My winter silhouette resembles Hitchcock’s.
For a few hours, Dean escaped Dean’s version of Dodge City, zipped over the mountains and stopped by for a walk in the park chased by decaf, a bowl of chili, and a slice of pecan pie at Denny’s.
Then bye-bye and back over the mountains to Dodge.
Oh the drama.
But it’s not my drama.
I’m working this week — copy and design on a politics-by-phone buddy’s cloud-based web site (industry: medical equipment and supply).
And I’ll be going out.
But not eating so much.