(Just a quick note: If you are landed here because of a comment I left on your book blog, you might be more interested in my review blog, Carstairs Considers. But you are very welcome to stick around here, too.)
There were some authors who were going to be at the LA Times Festival of Books on Sunday, and I was considering going back for day 2, until I got a text from my friend Donald. He and his wife, Heather, were going to be coming through town Sunday afternoon and wanted to know if I wanted to have lunch. I immediately said yes.
We met over on the other side of town from where I live, but it wasn't too much out of their way. Not a big or fancy restaurant, but it was a delicious.
And it was very nice to get a chance to sit and catch up with them. We could have talked much longer, but they needed to drive home. I always wish we could spend more time together, but a small visit is better than nothing. And I'm usually the one who has to drive away since I usually visit them driving to and from visiting my family. So I really can't complain too loudly, can I?
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