That’s a pizza I was so impressed with, I took its picture. Who knows why. I have no such home-made delight tonight. I have spent the afternoon in the dentist’s chair, I will wait until the last of the novocaine wears off and order a delivery pizza from the local pizzeria. It won’t be as good as mine, but it will fill me up tonight.
I’m still not enjoying my job. It is a long-ass winter. Record breaking quantities of snow. Nothing like the east coast, but I am sick of it. I am ready for spring. I am ready for not working. I am ready for a different life.
My daughters will be 36 year old on Sunday. Holy crap. It seems like yesterday that I was 36! No, it is 27 years ago. And my son will be 39 this summer. My granddaughter will be 15 on the 19th. Fifteen. She is a full-blown teenager. She went to her first high school dance a couple of weeks ago. Life really moves fast. Except the getting to retirement part.
This weekend I shall go to a meeting on Saturday morning. Go to Mass Saturday night with a friend. Go to dinner after Mass. Sunday morning, meeting a friend for coffee. I just need to focus on my free time.
Sorry I don’t have anything great to say. I’m just tired.