Fish for Lunch

Didn’t we just eat fish for lunch on Tuesday? One of the restaurants in town has a fish special on Friday. Not sure why it’s “special” because I think they have it every day for the same price but we will go there some on Friday.

When I got up this morning, I put on a pair of sweat pants and a ragged T-shirt, and zero makeup (which is pretty standard around here these days). No sooner had I picked up my cross stitching to get started and Vince said “Do you want fish for lunch?” Vince knows the chance of me leaving the house is very slim but offering to take me out to eat increases that chance just a little. I’d be more likely to agree to go out for custard than for a real meal but fish . . I can’t say no to fish.

Our covid numbers are still way higher than they should be but I used my nasal spray that’s supposed to help . . and out we went. On the way back . .

Vince: Want to stop at the flea market?
Me: NO!
Vince: I brought you an N95 to wear if you want to go in.
Me: NO!
Vince: Would you mind waiting in the car and I’ll only go in for 5 minutes?
Me: Leave the keys and I swear . . if you aren’t out in 5 minutes, I’m going home without you!

It was 29 degrees outside at the time. I put my mask on, went in. We both walked around maybe 10 minutes, met in the middle of the store. Vince said the booth he likes didn’t have much new stuff. I hadn’t found any frames so . . back to the car and back home.