Just going with the flow. When you don’t have a plan, everything goes as planned.

I started out at It Doesn’t Matter. Thought I might run into someone I know there, but the place was pretty much dead. Even so, when my glass was empty and no waitress could be bothered to come out to check on me, I went inside, paid my tab, and left.

I was feeling a little hungry and wanted to check on John, so I headed up the road to his place. I didn’t see him when I first arrived because he was sprawled out on his recliner behind the bar. I did ask how he was doing later, and he shrugged and said, “at least I’m still alive.” I told him that’s a good thing and to keep fighting. He wasn’t looking so good, though.

Since I was making a semi-rare visit to John’s, I figured I’d order some take-out for the girls at Hideaway, conveniently located almost directly across the highway.

Some drinkin’ and dancin’ and singin’ along with my favorites. Like this one:

I finished the evening at Wet Spot and had a pleasant time interacting with the boss at the VIP table.

Nothing much else to write about today. Mary says she’s coming for lunch, so we’ll see how that goes. Tomorrow, then.