Indio, California: Not much to report today. Our Adorable Little Grand Dawg woke me at 6:15 for his morning constitutional. Uggh. So not fair.

I ran a few miles, then took Reese for a half-miler. He did very well! Dave's high school friend, Mark (who lives nearby), came by to get Dave and they took-off for a five miler in the desert. Exercised, we gathered in the sun next to the RV after our runs and chatted for over an hour. A great way to spend the morning.
We are heading back to Los Angeles for the New Year celebration and, of course, the Rose Bowl and I am doing a lot of cooking for the kids this week - so DT took me out shopping for various foods.
But first - Taqueria Guerrero for lunch. I needed a fix.

For the first time, DT ordered something other than tacos! He asked for a chicken burrito and a chicken taco. The burrito was nothing more than a gigantic chicken taco - rolled up.


Now I am going to gossip tell you about a conversation we overheard at the supermarket today. (Just after we saw a guy wearing white manpris. I do not mind manpris. I've traveled around the world enough to be open-minded. I just mind white manpris. With a massive silver belt buckle.) Anyway... a college-aged girl was talking to someone on her mobile phone in the produce department:
Girl: Last night Mommy and I went to a restaurant to eat dinner.
Girl: We ate dinner.
Girl: Mommy wants us to fly to Italy Wednesday for New Years.

Until my next update, I remain, your stylish correspondent.
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