So I wander the other end of the Mine Creek trail. No Darci. I napped with Spot for a bit, since he insisted. 
I’m having a Wisconsin Old Fashioned while the poke loin roasts.
I have 10 pairs, all the same, black. I like to save my brainpower for important things.
< things go to hell at work >
other people: “dammit”
Me:
Hippie, sweet story.
Good, because Tuesday is leg day, anyways. 
Birthday Nelson for the win!