on saturday i rued my own spleen.
sunday night i kicked off my favorite duluth week at pizza luce to the tune of $2 cans of pabst and a pack of cigarettes. today i slept until my hair stopped hurting.
there have been other things: we've been al fresco three times -- twice in restaurants. saturday brunch of scrambled eggs and raspberry jam at chester creek cafe; sunday a pear, prescutto and goat cheese panini at va bene. coffee and the WWE on his deck.
we've walked through chester bowl and adjacent to the lake walk. one night i let him carry my grocery basket through cub foods and teach me about curry gravy. tonight involves a couch.
meanwhile, my bloggery has been neglected in favor of burritos from the crap factory, pizza and cheesebread from bulldog and avoidance of any instrument that displays central standard time.