I am not sure I have a good answer.
Last Wednesday I was working hard against a tight Frank Magazine deadline. The result is a three page article in the issue that hits stores on Wednesday. I hope you check it out.
Thursday night I was busy doing some other stuff that occupied the bulk of my evening.
Friday night, my body collapsed on the recliner and I was out for the night.
Saturday we went to the Valley for the day. I paid my handyman friend for some recent work he did and hired him to do yet more work for me down there. I heartily recommend this man to anyone who needs such work done down there. Hit me up and I will give you his name. We returned to the city later in the evening.
Sunday... what did I do on Sunday? Uh... Patricia? Honey? What did we do on Sunday? That we want my 4.7 readers to know about? Oh, nothing? OK. I did nothing on Sunday.
Monday night, once again, I was tuckered out. I wasn't feeling well at work that day, so it was curtains for me when we got home.
Tonight, we watched some stuff on the telly. And, now, sheepishly, I write this silly blog post.
We had some time for a few good meals over the last several days. Since I have some foodies as readers, I thought I'd tell you about them.
We were off on Friday. We drove to Tantallon to Lefty's Restaurant and Lounge for a late lunch. Here is the website. We adore the Irish nachos. I ordered the two piece Bangers and Mash. There was too much mash, even though it was mixed with onions and cabbage. Sausages were locally sourced. Patricia ended up eating the balance of the meal that evening. This was after I made the mistake of offering her "a couple of bites", and I never saw it again. I recall liking it.
Saturday, in the Valley, we had lunch at Paddy's Pub and Rosie's Restaurant. I have never understood why they have both places under one roof. It is a conceit that has never made sense to me. They have one kitchen, folks. One! Same menu. Rosie's is a slightly nicer place to sit in. I used to take my mother there. We went there so often that the servers knew that we would want "two coffees and two waters". I had the steak dinner, which cost over twenty dollars. It was okay. For that price, in a pub-type environment, I expected somewhat better. Patricia liked what she ordered, but I cannot recall what it was.
On the way back to the city that evening, we drove back through Wolfville and had a snack and a couple smoothies at the juice bar on the main drag. A vast menu with a couple dozen options for wraps and pitas, but only about six choices for smoothies. I am thinking they should re-think the name of their business. Just a suggestion.
Sunday? I already told you that we did nothing on Sunday. Stop prying.
So, there you have it. A rough approximation of what I did the last week. I do hope to write more often, but my schedule does not always permit me to do so. I do apologize most humbly.
I will state "see you tomorrow" in a tone that is a promising one, but who knows what will happen between now and then.
So... uh, see you... tomorrow?