Monday, January 28,
2013
My
nephew had purchased a new house and there was lots of demolition and work
going on that they wanted me to see. I
scheduled a trip over after work and after observing the devastation and
offering my painting services, we headed to downtown Willoughby for dinner at
Burgers and Beer. I couldn’t get the
taste of that great burger I’d had the previous week and it was sucking me back
for more.
I
ordered the same thing, but when the waitress asked about fries, we somehow
ended up with ‘loaded’ which meant smothered in cheese and cloves and other
stuff I’d never put on fries. Ketchup
goes on fries…maybe some salt…but that’s about it for me. Still, they were there and covered in unidentified
stuff, but I didn’t let that stop me. After
the meal was consumed, we began swapping family stories back and forth. I do this pretty well and can keep it up
indefinitely. When the waitress started
asked me to pick up my feet so she could vacuum under them, I took the hint.
I
didn’t get home until after 10 p.m. and wasn’t in the mood to climb on the
trainer right up to bed time. That tends
to keep me awake and sleep is something I seldom compromise. Holly’s travel schedule is messing with
me. I’d never go out on a Monday
normally, so I suppose it’s her fault I missed a workout. That, and the craziness of the winter weather
to date have made it hard for me to stay in a routine. It’s a lousy excuse and I need to just be me
and do it anyway, but there it is.
Tomorrow is supposed to be in the 50’s, so maybe I’ll get out for a
ride.
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