Jen and I have a few rituals in our new house together. Some of them date back to our pre-cohabitation days, and some of them are new. One of the oldest ones we have is Sushi Day, where we drive to our favorite sushi restaurant (which happens to be just over the river and through the woods in Ellicott City) and get the same basic stuff each time: two cups of miso soup, one order of edamame, the spicy tuna roll, the spicy california roll, and the Japanese lasagna (supplanting the kabuki roll, which was a little large for one bite, and made you look like Godzilla eating a passenger train.) Jen had a crappy day at work yesterday so we braved the pea-soup fog, got our sushi and two six-packs, nestled up to some Queer Eye, and enjoyed the feast. This morning, though, my head still kinda hurts.
Muha-hah-hah-hah Dept. I just got, in a morning of pure serendipity, two presents for Jen accomplished with little or no fuss (knock on wood.) I don’t think she’s going to see these coming, but they’re good’uns. (Hi, Jen!)
This Is Funny. 8:45AM – I’m sitting out in front of a client’s office on North Charles Street and surfing the web via somebody else’s unsecured WiFi hotspot. pretty good connectivity, too. Let that be a lesson to you—lock your hotspots down, people.