The days surrounding the 4th of July were rather hectic, so much so that the 4th itself felt rather anti-climactic. And having
Another year older yesterday.
We went out to dinner (at The Pine Club) the night before since the actual day I had to spend down in Cincinnati for non-reschedule-able work reasons, and there was some uncertainty over when I would actually make it home that evening.
So last night after I finally got home I had leftover bone-in ribeye steak, guacamole and tortilla chips, some fresh bread, and a bottle (shared with John) of my brother Jeff’s (very delicious) wine. A dinner of whatever then heck I could scrounge out of the kitchen because I sure didn’t feel like cooking, and John needed to kitchen for bread-making and coating the cheese with wax anyway.
(More on the cheese later…)
It was an odd birthday, and I didn’t get to take the day off as I like to do, but an oddly satisfying one nevertheless.