Right on the cusp of feeling as though I could throw up. I think we had a bad bit of rotisserie chicken last night, as my wife feels kinda off too. Not going to lie, I feel this way a lot, so I cannot pin point the chicken sandwich I made as the culprit, but it did sit on the top of my stomach for a long while, which I wasn’t to crazy about.
I think the garlic harvesting has done a number on my back. That or sitting on the curb at the park for nearly two hours to watch the symphony under the stars has done my body no favours. It was pleasant enough. We could pick out one very pitchy trumpet, and a lady singer whom is best served being part of a much larger choir rather than a soloist. Otherwise enjoyable. The alcoholic beverage sales by Muddy York should have been pretty good last night, thanks in part to the LCBO strike. Cornered the market with a captive audience.
I believe it is now Saturday. Yesterday was my sister in laws birthday, but she has Covid, so no celebration. And today is my brother in laws birthday, and he is either off to the cottage, or otherwise engaged downtown, so no celebration there either. Easy-peasy. I do need to take my daughter to a birthday party tomorrow evening, but otherwise we are free from obligation to attend just about anything. Whee!
We took the new puppy out for some people/dog exposure and he performed admirably. I’ll count that as a success. He whined a little as the kids left for the park, but was cool, calm and mostly collected for the 2 hours we were there to listen to orchestral music.
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