#2,097 Friday Night.

All day I had my nose to the grindstone, pluggin away at my project and I took a quick break at noon to eat a handful of trailmix when I remembered—it’s Friday! I hadn’t actually thought of it at all until that moment and I felt giddy at the thought of going shopping for a dress for tomorrow’s game at Alabama (This will be an adventure, I’m certain. And I did not find a dress.), and eating something good.

We went to Cotton Blues, where Jim declared “IT’S DARK IN HERE.” before getting out his phone flashlight like he does every single time we go to a restaurant where he doesn’t know the menu. Because he is blind and in denial.

It feels good to do a Fridayish thing on a Friday night, doesn’t it?