Saturday, Dad and I ventured out to our favorite Mexican restaurant. I called ahead to placed the order and we took advantage of their curbside service! It went off without a hitch! We wore our masks and the server did as well. The food wasn’t hot by the time we got home but that was to be expected. We live about an hour away, after all. The car smelled heavenly all the way home!

Since it was 5 months to the day since we had been there, the food tasted absolutely wonderful! We hadn’t had someone else’s cooking since March! Saturday was once our usual day out pre-Covid19. Since we have to presume this to be our new normal, at least for the next year or so, we are going to try and go back for curbside service each weekend, or at least every other weekend. This staying at home bullshit is driving me mad. 

To counteract the “madness” we stopped and got a bottle of Kahlua Mudslide. I need to be careful though, as I nearly fell last night getting ready for bed. I haven’t had Mudslide in over 5 months so it hit me rather hard! 

When we got home, Jack decided to try and make a break for it. It will be 2 years mid-December since Jack has been an inside cat. He hasn’t been very happy about that and I suspect he’s a bit depressed. I can relate to that feeling even though it’s only been 5 months for me and Dad! Anyway, he dashed out the door when he saw his opportunity. He’s such a dope; he stopped to pee on Dad’s riding mower and when Dad called to him, he came lickety-split. Jack was stuck inside, yet again. Like I said, he’s a big dope.

I’m trying to get my creative juices flowing again… It’s rather difficult to concentrate on anything other than “the ills of the country” and I know I’m not alone, but Saturday also marked the 12th anniversary of my blog. It would be nice to actually be able to write. I guess I’m writing now but it just isn’t sitting well with me. I’ve already re-read and revised this post 7 times. Of course, I’ve never considered myself a writer. Some day maybe, but not today.