When we leave for the coast on a Friday night, Britt or I usually make dinner for the road. This time, Britt concocted a tomato, mozzarella, avocado sandwich (on Dave's goodseed with lemon juice/s&p/honey moustard). Delicious, would eat again.
Today was the worst, started out ok (espressos), but then someone honked and told me the sign said "no bikes in the roadway" (EDIT 10/11-- there was no sign that said this 6 blocks west and 6 blocks south. the driver was incorrect.), I got into an altercation with a commuter because he misinterpreted the legality of passing and turning left from a bike lane, I had to clean up a nasty sleeping bag and popeyes litter, dinner reservations cancelled, there's a squirrel making my dog and wife crazy, and I'm about to go crazy.
Then my wife made this: melty chocolate, peanut butter, and dried cranberries on graham crackers. And a boozy cocktail. And the book I'm reading. She is so awesome. I'm a lucky guy.