Thursday

An interesting day.

It started with a phone call from my son saying that the lovely Sara was not as lovely as usual. She had contracted the same GI crud that swept through this household earlier in the week, and would be at home today. I hope she is recovering quickly. If she had the same crud I did, the majority of the ill effects are gone in 24 hours.
Get well soon, Sara.

After the disappointing phone call, I had an internal debate about whether or not to attend my former boss' going-away luncheon. I decided in favor of seeing a lot of old friends one more time, and did not regret it. The people were all worth seeing one more time, and the food at the Olive Garden was good.

George, you're a stand-up-guy, and I wish you the best in your new job. Good luck to you and your family. Stay true to yourself.

After lunch I dropped in on my buddies at the outdoor store in Covington, and let them in on the secret regarding my recent retirement. I think I convinced them that I'm not hurting. I also got to look at the new Taurus revolver, a small frame 6 shot that looks like it ought to sell like crazy. A nice piece with the bonus of an extra round of .38 Special over their competition's 5-shooters.

By the time I got home, Marilyn was ready to go adventuring and visit a new grocery store. :) Gracie, Wally, and I are awaiting her return as this is written.

The grille is warming, the steaks are thawing, I'm 800 miles from lake effect snow, and all's right with the world.

Stay well.