Today, as I was out and about with J, he suggested stopping for lunch. No, I said, let's go home for lunch, instead.
I had a motive. We have so great an amount of storm supplies that I would actually have felt guilty going out and letting someone else do the cooking. Sitting down and being served. Having choices I didn't have to go out and haul home, myself.
That was really dumb . . .
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1 comment:
Also your lunch options would have to include a resturant of your choice, right? Then you would have felt compelled to eat out just for one afternoon.
Joffrey's is still sitting as a ghost facility due to the court system back-log. Even if the resturant owners win their case; will the patrons return?
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