November 27, 2015

I spent most of the day hiding in the attic, feeling crappy as I often do toward the end of a trip back home. It seems that my dad behaves for 3-4 days. That’s about as long as he can smoke outside the house and keep from chopping onions around me. After that, it’s a free-for-all and he gets really grouchy when I try to explain to him my allergies and the effects on my health these things have on me.

Eventually I headed for my 5 o’clock meal. I opted for City Kitchen since it’s a nearby safety food spot. And they know how to make a negroni. In fact, I think I’m the only one who orders that since their Campari bottle level remains the same until every visit of mine. Continue reading →