Good Enough

Wasn't feeling too well this morning from last night's late-night feast (home-made veggie burger with all the fixings on toasted wheat bread, plus Reese's Pieces for dessert), so I thought I'd try to run it off. At noon. In 88-degree heat and sauna-like humidity. Dumb idea. I think I just recovered after sitting in front of my (now plugged in and chugging!) AC unit for the past hour. I still wish I had made it jogging for a full 30 minutes, but 20 will have to do for today.

I'm going for a walk now to run some errands, so we'll see if I can sweat the rest off anyway. And tonight, Wait Wait!



p.s. I won't even delve into how perfect Simon's was last night. The Western Elstons played my two favorite songs. Actually, they ended with my all-time favorite. I tipped 'em a 20. Kind of wish I had had the guts to say something to them. It was the perfect crowd. Busy, full, but not packed, and no jivers. Not that I don't love the jivers, but it makes the space easier to move around. Some people were still dancing. Easy to get a drink at the bar, everyone was super-friendly. Anyway, as I toasted last night, cheers to the very best part of Chicago. Rock on, rockabillies.