Sunday, January 10, 2016

out for dinner

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.

Came home and got transfixed watching the Pittsburgh Steelers beat the Cincinnati Bengals (18-16) in a very-cranky and excitingly-sloppy football game that kept me up way past my bedtime.

Such are the adventures in the land of old farts.

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