Rain. Rain rain rain.
I just closed all the windows, and put on a fall/winter shirt, with t-shirt. I will need to eat, to put on the hibernation fat. But where?
Since we are near the White Cock.
Or, if not our home, Home Bar.
Played a golf outing in the rain. Won.
I will join you for drinks later. Home or Wedel Bar.
Don’t really dig the joint. Only time I ate there my meal sucked, and although I’ve got about an hour to kill after work before anyone shows up, I can’t go there early for a drink. Guess I could grab a beer at Brewsters first, but I think I’ll just head home and take Treela to Arcadia tonight. See ya next week!
Unless you ate sucky food at The White Cock.
We’ll be going there, soon. J says “I’m not cleaning the house for you dudes.” She’s got to get up early tomorrow morning. So that’s where we stand now.
Our kids have a huge advantage already. We’re not in and out of mental hospitals.