Not my jam

I came to a realization this weekend, as Steve and I sipped some fantastic Belgian-style beer at tap room number two (Sidhe Brewing) on Saturday, bookending a surprisingly brief visit to Festival Palomino, in the middle of Saturday afternoon. The realization isn’t that I disliked any of the bands lined up at Canterbury Park. In fact, the set that drove me to buy the festival tickets – Father … Continue reading Not my jam

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A best run

Saturday had fully exhausted me: I was at a conference for part of it, managed to injure myself there, then went to a movie and grabbed a few groceries, and even later went out for a quick bite for dinner with Steve. I vowed to sit on the couch all day Sunday; I’d been meaning to read a few (small) books, and the physical need … Continue reading A best run