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The posties are on strike, again, and Interac is down. We won't talk about what's happening south of the border. When I get really depressed I watch that YouTube video of the Queen's funeral ceremonies, set to Thaxted, because from here 2022 seems remarkably sane.
So I went and lined up at the Texas steakhouse to see what it's like. It's full of Dudes On Phones who still believe in six feet of social distancing because they won't step up to shorten the line that's out the door and down the street, and dudes who've been in line half an hour looking at the menu but don't know what they want when they get to the counter and must consult in detail with the BBQ guy. Fortunately the latter were behind me and I got my chopped brisket in short order from the superhumanly patient clerks. It's good stuff, but I'm glad she misheard me when I said For here (mind, the music there is loud and echoes off the high ceilings) because while I can eat a Macdos quarter pounder no problem, a quarter pound of the real thing is a good two meals for me. And of course, when I came back after shopping across the street, the line had vanished. But this is not to be taken as a hint to come at 3, because their actual closing hour is not 4:30 but when they're sold out. And anyway, there's a limit to how often I want to eat red meat.
Otherwise it's still warm but the rain may have ended for a bit. As well, because I have the mucousy cough of allergies that's not helped by mould growing everywhere. But somehow I can now walk up stairs step step step, meaning that maybe those quad strengthening exercises are actually strengthening my quads. Which is about time.
So I went and lined up at the Texas steakhouse to see what it's like. It's full of Dudes On Phones who still believe in six feet of social distancing because they won't step up to shorten the line that's out the door and down the street, and dudes who've been in line half an hour looking at the menu but don't know what they want when they get to the counter and must consult in detail with the BBQ guy. Fortunately the latter were behind me and I got my chopped brisket in short order from the superhumanly patient clerks. It's good stuff, but I'm glad she misheard me when I said For here (mind, the music there is loud and echoes off the high ceilings) because while I can eat a Macdos quarter pounder no problem, a quarter pound of the real thing is a good two meals for me. And of course, when I came back after shopping across the street, the line had vanished. But this is not to be taken as a hint to come at 3, because their actual closing hour is not 4:30 but when they're sold out. And anyway, there's a limit to how often I want to eat red meat.
Otherwise it's still warm but the rain may have ended for a bit. As well, because I have the mucousy cough of allergies that's not helped by mould growing everywhere. But somehow I can now walk up stairs step step step, meaning that maybe those quad strengthening exercises are actually strengthening my quads. Which is about time.