Sunday is St Nicholas day. We were thinking of having a party at our place, but things are not set up yet. Fortunately, somebody else is having a birthday party that evening, so we will not feel the lack.
I should get the Samichlaus beer to enjoy on St Nicholas Day. I can't recall whether I gave some to the wife previously and she enjoyed it or whether I just think it is something she would enjoy. Or she might dislike it. Damn. Well, let's figure it out. Using science. Just a bottle, or maybe a four-pack, only enjoying one that day, though.
I started reading I Served the King of England today. I don't know if I will keep it up. It's a comic novel, but it's not that engaging. Those Czechs, what can I say?
I cut off the beard last night. It's not "Don't Shave December" for me.
I need to get better at getting out the door in the morning. I had hoped to be at work at least half an hour earlier than I arrived so that the chain work-gym-home wouldn't have its terminus too late in the evening. I didn't sleep well and getting up late meant I had no time to make breakfast (oatmeal) and clean up afterwards even if we did have a microwave, which we don't. So I grabbed some milk and ate a couple of handfuls of almonds at the office. I'd give that a B.
I'm mildly annoyed because I got slightly jiggly during my couple months off from the gym (I did lose weight). Now that I'm training hard again, though, that jiggly stuff, it won't just disappear, most likely, so I may need more trousers (picking up heavy things means more trunk girth). Whatevs. I'm trying to get '70s big. This doesn't matter.
Speaking of trunk girth, it's feeding time. Perhaps another quart of egg nog to wash lunch down.
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