Good thing there was still a spot in front, because to park in the lot down the street makes it a bit of a hike. Not a 5-K or anything, but a hike, nonetheless. So I was glad. Wagged my tail. Drooled a little.
Of course, I'm always glad to stop at Lenny's.
Alpha made my day. He ordered some bacon-wrapped sausage thing that Wendy had found a recipe for on the internet, and Lenny had made in the kitchen, and he carved me off a hunk of it. Was just a one-day noon special, according to the signs, but oh-my-momma, it was tasty. Very tasty. Bacon. Sausage. Together.
So while I'm snarfing and licking and inhaling, I'm listening to a conversation at the table in the corner to my right, and this young gal is telling her momma about the courses she's taking at school: speech and P.E. and blah-blah-blah, and I have about half an ear on it, and then I realize she's talking about on-line courses.
And from there, I honestly don't know what to say. To me, either one would be a little like taking a course in squirrel-chasing on-line: you can mash a mole, but you can't catch a squirrel. Nor can you speechify or exercise.
It took most of the ride the rest of the way home, but the bacon-sausage concoction did settle nicely.
(updated for photo and linkage)