chaosreality calls me, out of the blue, wants to know if I'm gonna be home around 6-ish. Sure, I say, why? Says he's got something for me. Oooo-kay.Shows up later, says I've been seeming out-of-sorts for a few days, and says I could use this...hands me a bottle of port. Lemme tell ya, that's a good friend, right there. Told him I'd open it, only if he'd join me for a drink.
I got leftover burgers, potato salad, and tater tots...the day just ain't too shabby.