This morning, I feel a bit like a camel that has loaded up on water prior to a desert crossing after my younger son and I went out for a too-expensive and too big meal that we both enjoyed. It seems that last night's good food -- which someone else prepared and for which someone else washed the dishes -- is lying doggo in my stomach, waiting to be used.
A lot of money and a good meal. Haven't done that in a coon's age. Chatting and munching is a fun pastime.
Such are the adventures in the land of old farts.