That evening, we went dinner at Bonefish Grill to celebrate Rose's 40th birthday. The food was tasty, and the only real complaint I have is that it was very, very dim. It was so bad that we had to use phones as flashlights and pull the little LED-candles out of their cups to read the menus! I think it was partly because they put several smaller tables together for our party, which moved us out of position relative to the normal lighting, but still -- ain't nobody needs THAT much ambiance. But we had a good time and stayed quite late.
Sunday was a bit of a bust. We had a nice low-key morning and I was planning to do grocery shopping and work on prepping Star Wars while Jerry went off to the Eagle, but the effect of trying to eat right by having a light lunch was that I started to develop a nasty low-blood-sugar headache in the afternoon, and even though I went to a soup-and-salad place for dinner at 5, it still killed all my mojo for the next several hours, so I didn't get anything done. Meanwhile, poor Monkey had a couple too many drinks and fell into a depressive tailspin, but happily by the point he sent me a message to come rescue him I was totally able to play knight in shining armor. It left him (and to some extent me) all wrung out, but it was some needed catharsis, so probably a good thing overall. But yeah, not so much on the "productive day" scale.
Yesterday I left work early (after lots of tussling with paperwork for hiring a new
We have good friends and family, and life is good, is what I'm saying.
