Thursday miscellanea #399

Still basking in the afterglow of seeing Dolly Parton live last night. I’m so glad I said “you know what? Lea and I are going to that,” because I did so and ordered the tickets pretty much on a whim. I later thought “she’s 70. How many more chances do you think you have, man?”
This is the middle of the grindingest part of Upward. It takes a surprisingly significant portion of my mental bandwidth. Hopefully we’ll be downhill and loving life by this time next week.
We believe we have Lea’s car picked out. As I type it is making its way to Huntsville on a no-obligation transfer, and we will purchase it pending a positive in-the-metal inspection and drive.
Did you see my Rocket City Mom review of Local Taco? I dug that place. Looking forward to going back.
I just successfully introduced a friend to the caustic delight of Freeway. It’s the blackest of black comedies and occasionally hard to watch, but it’s Reese Witherspoon’s single finest performance.
Whew. Under the wire with this one. I’ll have to warp that mental clock back even further this weekend.
Rain tomorrow night, then a 25-degree-drop in forecasted high on Saturday. Ladies and gentlemen, start your headaches.