Three days later...
Gee, what happened to me? Well, Wednesday after work, we had to go over to Dartmouth to deal with a matter. I was tired before we left. After it was over, we started to go back home, even though once or twice Patricia offered to treat me to dinner. I was just too tired to eat. She ended up getting some Easter eggs to give away at work on Thursday, so I remained in the car while she picked them up.
We finally got home around 6:30. Rather than back into the driveway, I just drove in. Got inside the house, and I went downstairs to rest in the recliner, and I don't remember much after that. I didn't get up for any period of time until Thursday morning.
I felt much better on Thursday and work was not a problem. We went to dinner after work before deciding to Dartmouth again, Gateway Meat Market to be more precise. Got some stuff, some of which we will consume this weekend. Returned home and went to bed relatively early.
Today, Good Friday, we slept in yet again. In the early afternoon we went one last time to Fredie's Fantastic Fish House in Bayer's Lake. We were not craving fish and chips, but it was owner Tammy's last day. The new owner was working there along side Tammy. They both recognized us by name. Nadia will do a fine, fine job. It is just that this is the type of food that one should not eat very often.
We drove around a bit afterward, out Kearney Lake Road way. There are some quite modest homes out there, but they are next door to much more opulent ones, likely driving up property values to the point where regular folks could never afford to live there.
After an hour or so, we returned home and watched a couple of shows on the PVR. This evening we watched the first five episodes of "Dirty John" on Netflix. We will likely watch the rest over the weekend.
On Saturday we plan to go to the Farmer's Market downtown. Not the big one at Seaport. The smaller one downtown, filled with vendors who didn't want to move over to Seaport several years ago. We may also go to a belated celebration of life for Steverino, the coffee guy who died a couple of years ago. Depends if we get up early enough. I hope to, but you never know these days. May sleep in to 2pm for all I know.
I think I will turn for the evening.
See you tomorrow.