Long weekends can really mess with the mind. What day is it? Who knows? I am still convinced that it's Monday right now, for example. Readers, I am writing this on a Tuesday morning. I'm in a post-holiday fog.
It didn't help that weekend activities felt so shifted. A lazy morning yesterday and ice cream plus a walk over at Caltech? Totally Sunday. Grilling on the deck? Saturday!
But no. The grilled dinner of steak and veggies was Sunday evening. And a fine evening it was for sitting outside, enjoying the food and a lovely Cab.
The confusion was made worse, however, by moving our online happy hour to this past Sunday when typically it's a midweek thing. A Chicago theme, so I made the three of us Southsides,
but when we ran out of mint, I made myself a variation on a Sunflower for a second cocktail, using Italicus in place of the elderflower.
A fine evening, all in all. Olive stayed close at hand in case a piece of steak made it her way (yes, one or two did). And maybe the best part was that Conrad and Van did the dishes.
Hey, I basically cooked everything and made the cocktails. It was the least they could do!
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