Beer

I really enjoy beer. Post-practical, Carly and I went out and had a couple dollar drafts and potato skins. Potato skins are tied with chocolate as my favorite thing to eat with beer. It was a nice semi-celebration. I let it settle for an hour or so and then I took Piper for a 2.5 mile run.

Piper had considerably less fun than I did because my sprint intervals have gotten longer. Right now she’s passed out on the floor breathing helicopter breaths – the rapid fire respiration that shakes her whole body and makes her sound like a helicopter. I am probably going to serve as Shane’s designated driver company for a little bit later on.

It’s weirdly quiet in the house without Spouse. Not that he’s loud, but he takes up space in the rooms and it seems less empty. He’s back on Thursday. I am a mushy dork.

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