Today, we went to Jack Quinn's Irish Ale Bar in Covington for lunch. The full throng included myself, stryck, anher, that_guy_zach, and yechezkiel. I ate fish and chips and bangers and indulged myself in potatoes (forbidden fruit for us Atkinsians, but "bread eaten in secret is sweet").
After that_guy_zach and yechezkiel went their way, we forced our way through gawdawful traffic in Cincinnati all the way up to Jungle Jim's, where we went shopping for our Yule Feast fixin's. I needed a nap during the evening news. The chilluns done went to bed, pooped from two days' exertions.
Sassy was happy to see the new arrivals (she will be ecstatic to see siege when he comes on Saturday!). Cuthbert took a long while to warm up to them, but he is now comfortable being petted and held by these no-longer-strangers.
Tomorrow, I have to go do a hospital (surgery) call, while the chilluns finish their Christmas shopping. We plan on making Fig Bars tomorrow night. Then on Friday, we're hoping to go out to Wilderstead and take some hot chocolate, perhaps bring Sassy along.
Life is very, very good.
Ariston, That Guy Zach, Anher, Stryck (aka Kyle, Zach, Brian, and Anna) at Jack Quinn's in Covington