This weekend is going to be brutal. The Enthusiast and I will be busy, busy, busy.
Yesterday was the third Thursday of November. You know what that means. Every year, Martini hosts a Beaujolais Nouveau party on the Friday after its release, wherein I consume my yearly quota of wine in one session.
Today is the Erratic Epicurean's 30th birthday, and tomorrow is her party. However, before that is the Kent State Folk Festival, where my local banjo hero will be giving a free workshop. I also promised the Enthusiast we'd see the latest Harry Potter biopic or whatever it is.
I'll be lucky if I can fit in a run or two. So it goes.
Wherein 'early' is a relative term.
Sun Runner and Jamoosh both made some comment like my morning is less morningesque than theirs.
Answer: I have a 20-minute commute with light traffic through a national park. I can afford to sleep in. It doesn't make it any easier to get up earlier than I'm used to arising.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!