This morning, I got up and had a lovely little breakfast date at Waffle House with my honey. (He drove to that one.) Sausage biscuit and hash browns, noms. I got home and jumped in the shower and got in the car. I had a reasonably decent drive down 40 and 85 and 70, and was all the way to Crabtree before I realized that I'd managed to freaking miss Brier Creek, also known as the shopping center of doom. How, I don't know. I turned around and zipped back up 70 and found the Brixx Pizza, and had a very lovely lunch with
Tomorrow is mostly unscheduled. I need to clean and make a co-op run, and in the evening, there's
It was a lovely day, but man, I'm tired now. I don't know how people who run around like this all the time do it.