Dear Friends,
I am home after an early dinner with new friends at a restaurant around the corner that I never went to before. Now to bed!
The alarm is set for 3 a.m. The other alarm is set for 3:05. One of my dinner friends — Liz — said she'll call me at 3:10 because she and her husband will be up then too; they are flying to Massachusetts early tomorrow. Right now I’m relaxing on the couch and feel like I could fall asleep here. But I won’t because it’s too far from the the alarm clocks.
The uber driver just texted me that she’ll be here on time — really, everything seems in place.
And just in case you wondered about those truffles: I gave them (with a Starbucks certificate) to Jacqui, who manages the office here, and asked her to give another plate to the young woman who dusts all the hallways. There in Jacqui’s office was a man who joked, “Where are mine? Where’s the love??” So I ran upstairs and brought him a little plate. And then I got my hair trimmed, and Marisa the gorgeous hairdresser told me she loves food. “Do you like chocolate?” I asked. She rolled her eyes: “Oh, I live for chocolate!” So a little later I dropped off the last small plate of truffles for Marisa at The Hair Garage. She was on the second floor when she saw me arrive, and she rushed down. “Oh, I was so excited that I almost fell down the stairs!” she said.
If you have a batch of caramel walnut truffles you will not have a hard time giving them away. It was Christmas fun.
I plan to keep in touch with you daily, but if you don’t hear from me it’s because Miami has captivated me — again.
k
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