The Day After

Take this Kathleeen…

… were the words I believe I heard just prior to being hooked ‘n pulled lipward.

I had balanced my phone on a Solo drinking cup placed upside down on a cushy bench seat after setting the timer to 10 seconds. Thus the poor quality. Well, at least of yours truly. Happy Wife, of course, would render well no matter what. A dime store Instamatic would do it.

We’d stopped here (Gasthaus @ The Inlet View) for two lemon drops on our way home after a thoroughly satisfying gustatory romp at Sullivan’s Steakhouse, where Kevin, the new manager, stopped by to personally thank us for our patronage, if not also to enjoy a closer gander at Happy Wife. I’m always on watch for this. One of the liabilities of husbanding a woman who is routinely mistaken for being around 40 yrs old (she turns 54 next month).

Up early this morning for a company meeting. 12:00 pm. EST. Love it!

We (the company) will be moving into an entirely new area of biology, for us anyway, with this new project. Adventurous for sure, but daunting too. Stepping into the scientific sandbox where others, experts by now, have been playing for years and announcing you’re here to lend your expertise with your novel point of view on the problem (multifaceted really), you can expect will be met with some mighty stoic stares of incredulity — “Take a number and get in line buddy.”

Nothing ventured nothing gained.