I have been listening to Interpol all evening to where now I am communicating in the style of Interpol songs. Just now my keetays were hungry and begging for food and so I sang to them in an earnest baritone to the tune of "Song Seven" "D-Man loves his chicken, Gen-Bae-Bae wants her crunchies." (D-Man is Diderik, Gen-Bae-Bae is Geneviève's alternate name, crunchies is dry cat food.)
Not completely incorrect. I did get in a really nice work out, 90% finished what I wanted to get done work wise, and just put some big, meaty prime short ribs down to sous vide for Sunday's dinner. Mrs. Piob will be home in about 1.5 hours and then it's time to head out for happy hour and dinner with friends.
Been in a bit of a funk the past two weeks (living apart from the wife is taking its toll), but I finally snapped out of it today. Had a great day in the gym (one of those days where you're double and triple checking your plate math because everything seems so easy), and tonight had the most fun I've had at work in a long time. Oh, and Kroger had Sculpin and a few DIPAs in the make-your-own-six-pack section again.
Gotta say last night was a blast too. My only complaint is dinner was completely void of both caviar and foie gras. Other than that, some fantastic wines, great food, and superb companionship in a beautiful venue. Some days my life does not suck.