Two days ago, during my 8-day stay in Santa Barbara helping my aunt and uncle deal with Woody’s broken foot, he reached to open the sliding door to let out his dog, slipped, fell, and broke his hip. After learning that he’d be in surgery the next day, the 11th, I raced back to Arizona to fetch Caroline and bring her with me to California for the weekend after our week-long break from each other. With Uncle Woody being 84 years old, I figured I might be spending more time over there, and this seemed like the best chance I’d have of seeing her for a bit. On our way back to California, we detoured into Glendora after years of hoping to visit the world-famous Donut Man.

Luck would have it that it’s peach season, so here’s a photo of my peachy wife holding a yummy fresh peach donut, ready to try this delectable treat.