My tummy hurts. Though I find it hard to believe it was last nights festivities, I suppose it probably was. Mixing Rye whiskey and red wine might be a killer. Not same drink, same evening. Although, in my defense, there is a drink that does just that. So who knows. And dinner last night was just great.
No matter what, Marika and I worked out this morning. It helps. I feel better. Not sure about her.
Went home after gym. Got ready for work. Marika went back to bed for 3 hours. We all have our thing.
It is Wednesday though I am writing about Tuesday. So I have lost something in the translation. Like everything that happened yesterday. Sorry.
So I worked all day and went home. No I didn’t. I met up with Marika and Emily on Roseville and we went to Chandos for taco Tuesday. I can remember that. Though, the original Chandos by my office is the best one.
Got home kinda late. I went into the office, Marika’s closet, and did my monthly billings. Most important day of the month, it’s how I get auto-paid.
That’s it. Off to bed. Early for a change. Of course I woke up an hour and a half before the alarm and did not go back to sleep.