We had a little party last night and while we didn't have an accordion, we had some good music and a little keg of nut brown ale, thanks to Tom. It was a good time. Regis made two racks of ribs that got rave reviews. The only complaint is that there weren't enough of them.
It's very cold out this morning (windchill -26) and I can't quite get up the gumption to go work out at the Pulse. Maybe I'll use the treadmill in the basement later instead.
I hear Regis stirring.
He woke up earlier and told me he had a dream that he was traveling to Philadelphia and the security was tight on the airlines, of course. The last thing they did was ask him a security question: Who is your favorite Simpson? I'm not sure that would keep terrorists off airplanes, but you never know.