My boss' boss invited the staff to a local ice cream place at 15:00 today - defacto dismissing everyone early. I can't go because it seems inappropriate to me to bum a ride over there and then leave the "ice cream social" in a cab at 15:30. Again the ghost of Harry Truman.
There is a little trepidation on my part as regards seeing Dr. Piggy. This is our first appointment. I don't know just how forthcoming to be. I suppose I'll wing it as I always do.
I'll be dining in at lunch time - the first time this week. Hooray! Monday I had lunch at a mexican place, my favorite in town, El Jimador. What does that mean, O speakers of Spanish? Tuesday's lunch was at the oldest restaurant/bar in Jefferson City, MO. The Echo Lounge has been around since 1945 and it looks it. They have a good ham and cheese, though.