I've been to the doctor, I've got a little congestion in my ears. I still have the earache, though. I'm taking decongestants and putting drops in my ears and taking tylenol, but it sure seems to be taking a long time to shake it. Such is life.
We started out by going to Sayler's Steak House. I had a nice 16-ounce prime rib. Well, I ate half of it and brought the rest home. It was nice going out with Joan.
Saturday was a lot of college football. I didn't get to the shower until four-thirty. Moving a little slow. At dinnertime Nancy from down the street came over and helped Joan make pizzas on our grill outside. Before she retired Nancy was a baker. I went across the street to the Laurelwood and filled up our growler with some Mother Lode Ale.
Today is a full day of NFL football, ending with the Niners up in Seattle tonight.
The other day I cooked a pork tenderloin on the grill. Great.
The bbq lighter was missing, though. It had been windy a few days earlier and it was probably knocked off the back porch then. I did eventually find it, broken open, across the backyard. The little propane tank inside the plastic handle was missing.
Northeast Portland has been having problems with gangs of roaming raccoons wandering around at night, causing much fear about tipped garbage cans and scarred cats. My first thought was that the raccoons had some perverse use for the propane, maybe for a jetpack. Once the raccoons get airpower the war is lost.
But Joan thought the culprit was closer to home, probably one of the dogs. Gilbert for one has never seen an earplug he hasn't wanted to swallow. Earplugs disappear from the bedroom upstairs and are rediscovered days later in the backyard.
So far we haven't recovered the cannister. And no dogs have flown or blown up.