Normally, I might try to put more effort into a topic for a post. Today is very different. We have a washer/dryer set being delivered to the family homestead, and I have to be around the house tomorrow waiting for the delivery. Given that I didn't want to risk being late for the delivery, I decided to drive RQS home and stay at her place for the night.
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I would usually drop RQS off at the station on Mondays, and I would have the rest of the week to myself. Not this week. I packed up minimal supplies (my CPAP machine, a change of clothes, and the computer I'm writing this post on) and drove to RQS's place. We arrived around 2 pm, and I easily found a spot within eyesight of her building's front door.
Given the frigid weather outside, neither of us wanted to go out for dinner. So, it was Chinese delivery. What Chippies are to the UK, "Chinese" joints are to the US - ubiquitous in almost every town. None of them serve the exact same food, as their offerings are not as standardized as a McDonald's. But they will serve a typical set of food selections that will fill you up for at least 59 minutes. (As the old canard goes: Eat Chinese food, and in 60 minutes, you'll be hungry again.)
For the most part, it was a nothing-burger of a day. Tomorrow, on the other hand, will be a rush, followed up by a lot of waiting.
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