Manic Monday?

Yesterday was odd, but not in a bad way.

I awoke early, and went for a run again, you know...because I do not want to look like a fool for that half marathon thing.

Then I had some writing things I needed to do, and they less we speak about those, the better...

And then, I had lunch with my father. Yes, my dad is back in town for the rest of the summer.

He had some errands to run, and I went along with him. One of the things that I realized is that my father and I have the same level of patience for inattentive retail sales associates. (Please read that as very little.) Buying something as simple as a watch band should take more than five minutes.

Then we decided where to grab some grub. My father suggested McGeary's. I was tickled. I really like McGeary's. I know some people do not like it because of the parking or the people but I like it because it is often a no BS pub. Everyone is...not exactly nice...but sincere in their feelings for the other patrons.

Anyway, I do not generally eat there. It is not because I do not want to, but because I have already had something to eat, or because it is a stopping point before I eat somewhere else. This is not to say that I do not like to food there. It is generally good and always serviceable.

I decided to get a burger. Mostly because it has been a while since I have had a burger and partially because my father was having one and I wanted their to be some symmetry. (When I drag him out later this week, and in the future, for the grand unified theory of BBQ meals, there will be no such symmetry.)


The Madison Burger


Oh, Jeebus! This was so good. Maybe it was because I haven't had a burger in a while. Maybe it was because my body was craving protein. Maybe it was because it was just that good but...it was exactly what I needed.

After lunch, we then headed out to have a beer with my "Uncle Robert" at Lynn's Uptown Sports Bar. That is where I took this picture.


Doesn't he look like he should be interviewed by Chris Hanson?

The issue here was that the nice woman working behind the bar convinced my father that the longer hair and the Van Dyke was a good look.

After lunch and a beer with Uncle Robert, it was home, to do more writing...some of which left me with nightmares and then watching the Barry and Orangey show at 9. How awful was that, people? I am sure that you have your own opinion about what is happening with the debt ceiling but...last night was surreal political theater regardless of your perspective.

Today, I am still writing, and I am afraid. Very afraid.