It is just past 8pm Saturday. We are still recovering from the effects of that supremely crappy meal we endured Friday night at the Lion's Head Tavern.
Without exception, everyone thinks we should have complained at the time of the offense. Instead, I dragged Patricia and me home. We take no comfort in having not complained. I take responsibility because I did the dragging.
I spent 2 hours today doing the dishes that had piled up during the last few days when we were both sick. Now, I have been chipping away at the laundry. A few more loads tonight and several more tomorrow should just about do it. Then, it will be the beginning of the work week again. It's kinda like Groundhog Day.
Oh, hark! What was that? The washing machine just finished the latest load.
See you tomorrow!