I was thinking happy thoughts and having fond remembrances this morning of the Before Times, lo, 10 days ago, when a person in America could saunter up to a bar and grill—hell, even an Applebee’s, if you were pressed for a spot—and order a big sloppy cheeseburger and a cold beer. They were good times, those olden days. Simpler. And today’s socks reflect those warm thoughts from earlier.
Of course, there were no Friday Happy Hours today, but the idea of some future cheeseburger served with a cool glass of suds helps to keep me going when staring down the start of week two of the Great Distancing, and yet another day of wondering what the future holds.
Luckily we still have each other, and dreams of dining out once again. Someday.
Even if only at Applebees.
What’s keeping you from going all Clark W. Griswold in the midst of our new normal? Drop it in the comments and let us know!
Stay safe and sane out (in) there, kids, and uh, try not to set the place on fire.