One day back to work. One more day to go before the weekend is here.
We got up in time to have breakfast at the Ardmore Tea Room on Quinpool Road. They don't take interact or credit card or anything other than good old cash. Being pay day, I have a little cash and used some of it to buy me some fish cakes and Patricia, Eggs Benedict with salmon.
I showed Patricia the broken fibreglass on the front of my car. I don't know why that stuff feels so cheap; they may as well use cardboard. I have no idea what it will cost to fix it. I have seen folks use duct tape to keep their fibreglass "bumpers" on. I don't know what that says about their cars passing inspection. I just know I am not Red Green and don't use any more duct tape than is absolutely necessary. I did use a little bit of it Wednesday night to keep the civic address sign at my mother's from falling off. Unusual circumstances.
I took an orange into a guy I work with. He ate it for his lunch. He doesn't eat too much. He pronounced that it was excellent. He knows where the European Farmer's Market is and promises he will go there soon. I should charge them royalties.
What else is happening? Not much. We went out to dinner after work. It is swiftly becoming a cliche for us to go to The Lower Deck in Clayton Park.
I still haven't shown Patricia the media player/streamer I bought last week. I will fire it up over the weekend and dazzle her. Who needs cable any more?
Been a long day. Still a little tired from running the roads on Wednesday. Think I'll turn in.
See you tomorrow.