Doing laundry and other chores, getting tax info together for our tax man, this that and the other. A drag, really, but stuff that needs to be done. So you reward yourself and go out to lunch, and we went to McMenamen's in Oregon City, an delightful place, one of their cozier spots, and we definitely will go back again. Now I am half asleep but not wanting to nap, which will deflate me for the rest of the day. The fantasy is a second wind. This old man almost never gets a second wind.
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