After Christmas
I was up late on Christmas night, and the twins were squirrelly. After I
finally went to bed, I was awakened a couple of hours later by awful
gastric distress, which absorbed my attention for another few hours. I
finally got to sleep and, upon awakening, spent the day watching
football and not eating. I've recovered, and today we took the children
to the park and to dinner at a fabulous restaurant which defied my
epicurean expectations and re-molded my palate with sophisticated,
challenging and luxurious fare. I speak of course of Chili's.