He was an 11th Century monk, the patron of hikers and mountaineers. He’s credited with coming up with that all-too-familiar expression, “love me, love my dog.”
Just such a strange afternoon. I’m having hard time adjusting to not being employed, something I thought I would never admit to. But I’m out of form for taking afternoon naps. And it was almost too cool to hit the creek for a dip. Imagine that.
I managed to scavenge a couple of good pictures – well, I liked them – and I’ve added them.
I kept thinking, “Tuesday, Tuesday, where’s the special today?” Trying desperately to remember was it Tuesday that the two-meat plate at the BBQ place was the lunch special? Further investigation is called for. But my Tuesday was a vegetable day, as I had an evening reading at the Caffeine Dealer, and that always means Greens. Collard Greens, in vinaigrette, plus red beans and fresh cornbread. Add some coffee and an Aries chart? It’s all good.
Got that database working again, only lost a few days, and I rebuilt those.
