Pre-canning rendezvous at the Dennys

I was supposed to meet Marilyn at her house around 8:15am, but I arrived after 8:45 (!!).  Punctuality is the bane of my existence, but I am getting better at being closer to my target time.  

Of course, as soon as I walk through the door my godson, Rowan, globs onto me.  His RC car is recharging so he explained how the remote works (hence the pic below.) 



Yep, he's a cutie.  But now I need to get back to my coffee because I think today is going to be a busy, pear-canning day.

Ta!

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