Ahh, the off-season.
The worst thing about a colonoscopy is getting the IV inserted. I kept telling them to use my left arm. They insisted it had to be the right. After four failed attempts, they went to my left arm and said “eh, we’ll make it work”. Fuckers.
The beauty of the retired lifestyle.
It’s my goal one day to not care what time of day or night it is…sleep until I’m not tired. I’m not quite there yet, but hopefully soon.
It’s wunnerfull!!!
Well, you don’t have Mrs Hawk nagging your ass, so you’ve got that going for you too. Still, I’m an early morning person in general, so it’s not like I’m gonna be sleeping until 10:00 or anything. 7:00 is about as late as I get up, even on weekends and on vacation. But I’d like options.
I can’t sleep past 7am in the mornings but I can take a nap at 10:00 am if I feel like it.
When I had my knee rebuilt (ACL/MCL/Meniscus) years ago, a nurse came by, before I went under, with a big sharpie and asked “Which knee is it, again?” I pointed and she wrote a big NO on the other leg. I liked that.
This is what I’m thinking. An afternoon siesta should be part of routine. Maybe I’ll move to Spain.
Breakfast-Lunch-Dinner
vs
Breakfast-Dinner-Supper
My grandparents and I had differing ideas on this back in the day. The first is a Houston thing to me, the second is Hill Country stuff
Depends on the day of the week.
That meal’s called “brunch”
Dinner is an early afternoon meal…2:00 is “dinner time”. Supper time is 6:00. Where I’m from dinner is typically Sundays and holidays. You don’t do both dinner and supper (or lunch and dinner), it’s one or the other.
It’s
Breakfast - Dinner, or
Breakfast - Lunch - Supper.
“Brunch” wasn’t a thing I’d ever heard of until I became an adult. I had brunch today at Valencia’s Tex-Mex Garage. I had migas, black beans and rice. And a couple of skinny margaritas. I’m still full.
What I remember back when I was young and spry in the summertime and my folks shipped me off to the ranch for a month or two: light breakfast at dawn - work - large dinner (lunch, dammit) noon to one - nap (in a recliner, usually while watching MASH reruns) - back to work until dark - supper (which was often just biscuits and preserves, or ice cream, or some sort of dessert)
I do not do brunch.
No one is stopping you.
If “brunch” means breakfast foods and drinks and fried chicken at 1pm on a Sunday…I do brunch.
Grew up in NW Oklahoma. Was the latter. I don’t still think of it that way but that was the way my parents did.
I grew up with Dinner as the noon meal. It was college before I found out anybody did it differently.