I had to drive to Tampa this morning for a doctor’s appointment. Afterward, I met a friend for lunch at a Cuban diner that’s been a favorite since childhood (La Teresita on Columbus).
Good food, plenty of it and cheap! Usually you can only pick two of those things. We also visited the affiliated market across the street so I could get some proper Cuban bread, which isn’t available in my town.
My friend brought a birthday present in case she doesn’t see me again before my actual birthday (late February — Pisces queen here). Virginia Woolf socks!
The tagline above VW says, “We march on.” I promised not to collect rocks and march into the river. (It was a joke! My friend has a dark sense of humor too, so she got it.)
The news from my doctor was 100% positive — my response to treatment has been exactly what they hoped to see. I’ve also lucked out in a big way from new protocols and technologies emerging that may actually save my ass yet, so that’s good.
Other than that, I got nothing. Open thread!