8 Ways to Sunday

I’ve never seen a city as look as brown from the air as Tucson does. I hope the doctor was right about the dry climate helping my mother’s lungs heal, because we’ve definitely arrived in the desert.

We touched down about 7 PM last night, with Jen and her husband Andrew waiting for us on the other side of the security checkpoint. After hugs and handshakes, baggage claim and car pickup, we went out for Chinese at a local restaurant. We talked on politics, religion, food, corporate ethics, Jen and Andrew’s impending parenthood, and other sundry topics. Good face-to-face conversation has been sorely lacking in my life lately, and it was a wonderful change of pace.

Angela’s lungs were in pretty bad shape by the end of dinner, so I left her at the hotel while I did some late-night shopping for basic necessities we hadn’t packed.

Most of today was spent sleeping off the trip and stocking up on various supplies for our stay. I’ll write more soon about the hotel and my impressions of Tucson. While we’re here, the times stamped on my posts will be Arizona local time (Mountain, no daylight savings).

Angela’s first doctor’s appointment is Monday morning. I’m cautiously optimistic that it will be a fruitful one.