Backwards. I got up late because I went to bed late. My latest paperbackswap book arrived on Saturday but I didn't unwrap it until last night. I advise against opening Lois McMaster Bujold's The Warrior's Apprentice this late, as it is unputdownable. Prior to that, I was at the annual bbq for Brian's softball team. They play at West Potomac Park, which is a nice hike from the Smithsonian metro station. Victoria and I met them there after their 2nd game and we enjoyed some food (until the Park Police stopped by to say NO GRILLS ALLOWED, maybe this is a new rule) and drink (until the Park Police came by again to say NO ALCOHOL, this is not a new rule although the enforcement is new) and company (until the Park Police came back to start collecting IDs, which seemed to dampen conviviality).
Saturday Brian and I went to
Friday night Brian suggested we go out to eat. This is unusual, since he had just returned from a week of travel and he's usually tired of restaurants at that point. Chris's girlfriend was visiting, maybe that's why. We went to Vicino's, our favorite place in Silver Spring, and I walked home because the evening was so pleasant.
We now return you to your previously scheduled Monday. Drat!