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So here’s the schedule: arrive at the surgical center at noon. Surgery at 1:15, lasting about 90 minutes. Recovery time, etc., figure we’ll be home late afternoon. Here’s what happened: 12:00 Arrive at surgical center. Told the doctor is running… Read moreBest-Laid Plans
After a week of intermittent Percocet, today we went back to the hand specialist to see what had developed inside the splint. Unfortunately, the reattached piece didn’t take, and tomorrow Mr. Sandwich will have to have surgery for a skin… Read moreAlas, Poor Fingertip
This morning I met a friend for coffee. But as it turns out, I was ravenous, so we turned coffee into breakfast. Our first choice was closed, so we walked a few blocks to Joan’s on Third. Joan’s has long… Read moreJoan’s and Juanito’s
So I’m sitting on the couch while Mr. Sandwich and one of his friends are working in the garage. All of a sudden, Mr. Sandwich walks in briskly and says, “We’re going to the emergency room.” I follow him into… Read moreIf You’re Squeamish, Stop Reading Now
How many yogurt shops can there be? you wonder. And apparently the answer is that there is a fixed number, and it is lower than the number of sushi shops. Where once there was a Pinkberry near my office, now… Read moreYogurtland
Delicious.
One of the benefits of vacationing in a condo is that you have a kitchen. While I don’t harbor much interest in cooking while on vacation, I’m perfectly happy to buy bagels at the local Costco, and yogurt, hot dogs,… Read moreThe Sandwiches Eat Food on Kauai
Why, yes, we have been on the island of Kauai. And it’s been a great week. So great that it cannot be confined to one post. Or it could, but it would be a very long post, and who wants… Read moreThe Sandwiches Have Adventures on Kauai
In the spirit of increasing my familiarity with my surroundings, I’ve decided to take advantage of the “Day Trip” feature in the local AAA magazine. So yesterday my friend A and I set off for Palos Verdes Peninsula. Look at… Read moreDay Trip – Palos Verdes
You know what’s tragic? Sandwich help from Gwyneth Paltrow. Sorry, but I refuse to eat fake bacon. Or fake mayonnaise. And I say this as someone who, yesterday, went to the store for late-night Chips Ahoy.