Okay, when I fall off the wagon, I REALLY fall off. Let me say first, that I DID work out on Sunday the 21st. I did 3.3 miles of a slow walk on the rat wheel. I couldn't pick up a jog, I couldn't spike the incline over a 3, I couldn't get the speed over a 3.2. It was b-a-d.Now, for the pie. Yesterday, Monday the 22nd, I had to drive 3.5 hours (one way) for a 1.5 hour meeting with a couple of colleagues. Then we made the 3.5 hour drive back. Of course we got stuck in a traffic jam. In all it was a 12 hour day, not including the 2 hours I put in at the office before I left. I got home at 9 p.m. Now, I'm not complaining much, except that it was virtually all sitting in a car, which stinks.
There's this famous pie place, Norske's Nook, in Osseo, Wi.-- about 3 hours from home. Guess what dinner was? Yeah.... Um..... Hmmmm. It was SO GOOOOOOOD. Of course, to be sure to notice the size of the pie relative to the size of the plate...
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