Old pizza is not the answer to every famine
Once the “guy in a swigh brought me stuff” meme passes, the whole Christmas holiday advances to a better level. For us, this is a family occasion. Forget that all the family can’t be here, and continue towards Go (you’ll need that $200 at the sales, tomorrow).
And so, barely rested from last night’s celebration of the extended family, we got up with the dog and put on hungry faces. Oops. Pizza, particularly old pizza, is not the answer to every problem. And holidays complicate the access to food, at least with local restaurants. Nothing available. Not coffee. Not burgers. Not old pizza. Until noontime, we were just hungry wanderers.
A chance to sightsee. Up to Orsiville. Over by the university. Out past the malls (all closed). This is incentive to shop “tomorrow”, or online. And then, after a meal of submarine sandwiches prepared by an owner/operator who asked if me and the lads were “three brothers”. First time for that question.
Of course, food and fatigue spell nap time. An afternoon of the snoring chorus, punctuated by restless dog comments. And with enough rest, we packed up and returned to Party Central for an extended family meal, in the “spare apartment”. Long story. Did you know that juggling is the latest spectator sport? Or that it can provoke random acts of handstands from the audience? Me neither.
My cheap phone charger is a source of frustration. After three hours of current, the battery had less capacity than when I started. Not too useful. I borrowed a proper charger from someone else, and if the occasion to buy good quality pops up tomorrow, I’m in.
