I was given the opportunity to go to a free steak supper tonight, but didn't feel like going. My taster remains confused. My brain remains tired. My eyelids have been swapped-out with 80-grit sandpaper. It's been a long, long day.
And a sad day, too, we think, when it ends with not wanting a free steak dinner.
Otherwise, we're doing great.
Miami Beach Part I
2 days ago