Early morning practice this morning. And for the first time in a very long time, I felt better before I practiced than I did afterwards. What gives? I woke up at 4:30 all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and by the time I finished my practice at 6:15, I was ready to crawl back in bed and sleep for another 4 hours.
I’m blaming it on the onion rings and the pint of IPA I ate last night at 9 p.m.
One bad thing about the new “home” town: any decent and semi-affordable restaurant closes by 8:30 on a weeknight. We were left with two options: break the bank at Villa Creek, Artisan (my current favorite) or Bistro Laurent (in paint-stained ripped-up jeans and tennies), or a neighborhood brewery. Guess which one we chose?