In which Duder avails herself of a $5 steak dinner.

On Monday mornings after Michael makes coffee for me and comes into the bedroom to announce all my breakfast options before kissing me and heading off to work, I roll over and go back to sleep. I do believe I have mentioned my love of Mondays in the past. This aforementioned sleep usually lasts another 45 minutes, which is about how long it takes for the garbage trucks to rumble down his alley and shake and vigorously rattle both the garbage cans and the building in general.

Today this rumbling did not occur until close to 11:30am.

I got twelve hours sleep last night.

The hives are gone, my tonsils are no longer the size of basketballs. And, while still somewhat fatigued, I am feeling better.

After sleeping half of the day away I managed to get to the gym and make myself somewhat presentable before my mom came over. It was a miserable and rainy morning, but as my mom and I walked down to the pub in Lower Lonsdale the rain held off.

We drank cheap beer and waited for Michael to come over (unfortunately it rained for him). We all had the $5 steak dinner. I have never had this dinner before: I have only heard about it and watched other people consume it. And lo, it was good. It came with pasta salad, garlic bread and Caesar salad. I asked for medium rare and... I received medium rare. It wasn't a giant steak, but I'm not a giant person.

We each had two beers and the steak dinner. The total bill came to $45. I think I might be losing money if I don't eat there on Monday nights.

So. Next Monday: see you at Sailor Hagar's.

Unless the hives come back.