Good afternoon all,Coming to you live from the DC metro area on a crisp autumn Monday, just before the lunch hour, Chris's favorite part of the work day. The sun is shining, and it's two days til payday. Life is good. Plus it finally feels like fall out there -- a mere 42 degrees this morning when Chris mounted his aluminum steed and took off for his place of employment in the city. He even let me bust out my pea coat, which means the change of season is official.
For those of you anxious for Chris's weekend recap, the big guy took it easy: relatively early nights, no booze, a little football (both real and imaginary), a little Clarendon, a little Georgetown and of course a trip to Home Depot, after which he cut and painted some kitchen trim. And it looks so good, y'all. He is so freaking handy.
Also of note, Chris has finally moved on from Black Thursday ["Chris and the ... Very Bad Day," Oct. 26] though still does not wish to elaborate on the loss for CW. I'm torn between my journalistic integrity and my allegiance to Chris on this one, as I snapped some great pics of him during the game that run the gamut of emotions, but I don't want to remind him of the pain and risk sending him back into a tailspin. Maybe after the wound has scabbed up and started to peel off, we can look back and laugh.
Additionally, as noted above, Chris got back on his bike today after a week's reprieve. He's back, baby. Though tonight and tomorrow night will likely follow a similar low-key pattern as the last few days, as he prepares to travel to Philadelphia on Wednesday, All Hallow's Eve, for business. We'll have my mom's spaghetti for dinner tonight, maybe iron some shirts and pack, and, as is usually the case whenever one of us leaves town without the other, go for some sort of takeout for Tuesday night. And there you have it! Chris's week at a glance.
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