Wow. It's only a little after seven and I am wiped out. I went to exercise class this morning -- that could have something to do with it, I suppose. Then again, I took Mom to lunch at China
Hovel Harvest, so maybe it's the MSG or maybe the chef put Quaaludes in the wonton soup. Then again, after that I met Joe at the smoke shop, and we went over to the Ale House for a little something. Hot cider for me; Flying Dog K-9 Winter Ale for Joe; nachos for both of us. At any rate, I'm achey and tired and yawning, so I'll just show you one of the reasons I like the Ale House so much.