Mid Afternoon Dreams

Spending the Arizona afternoon on our patio reading aloud a new book, I nodded off dreaming of tango lessons in los angeles .

I can’t tell you why, the book that we just started reading was about a Dr. and his assistant being driven up to a Mansion some where on the East Coast back long before I or the wife were born.  The only time I took dancing lessons was at the Denver Country Club back in the 50s.  Can figure the connection.

And I have only been drinking Lemon-Lime Gatorade.