Relief

Busy week...in order...work continues to be crappy.  We came in second at Pub Quiz.  I did not have a good day of skeeball.  More positively, my gutter was fixed, and for a fairly moderate price, which was sort of nice.  Finances are better in that way, at least.

In other news, took Mom for dinner (today) at Buuba Q's place out in Avon; it is sort of a hike (far, but not long, it is all highway), and it was actually pretty good. I had a half chicken, which is a lot of food, and the BBQ sauce was tasty, a bit of tang, but nothing overwhelming.  Sides were decent, and the chicken wasn't dry or anything like that...so I was pleasant surprised.  As we all said (sis and favorite niece joined the fun), it was a little far, but we would all go back.

I am perpetually fascinated by the mysterious force that causes a manager to pull relievers with a frequency that can be described as hyperactive....until the closer comes in, in which case he will be left in until he blows the game or very nearly does so.  Yes, it was nice of Cody Allen to get a cheap (ha) save, but really, as always, you have to blame the manager for letting it get to the point in the first place.