Day: July 22, 2018

Bow Tie o’ the Day is a spiky, 3D-printed bow tie. Here we are in SLC, at Finca– where we’ve never eaten before. I wanted my Sabbath get-outta-the-house trek to be Sunday brunch. We haven’t eaten out for weeks, so Suzanne was game. We like to try new places, and I chose Finca because the online menu listed a smoked trout omelet. And, oh, it was troutly yummiful. Suzanne drank a pomegranate mimosa, which I enjoyed smelling. Unfortunately for me, smelling does not give you a buzz. 🍹

Bow Tie o’ the Day might as well have conked me out with a rubber mallet last night. We made a zippy trip to Oak City and back yesterday, to attend my Aunt Arlene’s funeral. The trip was my first day-long venture out of the house since surgery. I handled it ok, but when we got home, I fell into an 11-hour sleep coma. I have never before slept for 11 hours. I’m not as recovered as I thought I was. More sleep and less action for me. 🛌