Got home, made some chard with bacon & onions to accompany cheesy pasta left over from yesterday. Walked the dog, sat around & watched some Doogie Howser with the wife.

Recharged, headed out to show despite crick in my neck. Talked about Austin BBQ with another tall guy just back from a conference there, talked to Cooper's mom about fancy scotch. Learned there's an Islay tasting in Northampton Saturday.

Faded pretty fast, here I am again.

While still alert, said to the tall guy, 'Reckon there's crawdaddies in that crick?'

Off to dreams of glorious violence.