This has been an exceptionally quiet weekend. Mother Nature saw to it that her early start on April showers in the beginning of March gave us about as much gumption to get out and about as your average slug. That would be me. The highlight of our Saturday was going to the local Denny’s® with our neighbor (and good friend) for breakfast. I don’t claim to be anything close to being considered smart, intelligent, or any other of those wonderful terms, but I do know how to read a menu. Without the pretty pictures to decipher the wonderful descriptions of whatever corporate concoction the folks in the kitchen have put together for a somewhat healthy preliminary start to “get yerself going Big Boy – cuz you got a whole boatload of honey-dos to get honey-done”. This appears to be the average thought process of a Denny’s® waitress who isn’t about to let Mr. Clueless (as in yours truly) deter her from getting those orders in the way she wants them. Wow – talk about friendly customer service – she’ll decide whether or not I want an English Muffin as my ‘bread item’ for a ‘normal breakfast’. Okay, fine, I guess she didn’t make it through her screen test when she auditioned for the part of DQ – Drama Queen at Burger King® - she couldn’t get past the “Have it your way” line without demanding for a script re-write. Hmmm… I see some serious potential here for this charmer. To her credit, my order arrived the way I had asked, complete with a bottle of ‘hot sauce’ (more like some nitro-based ‘clear your sinuses Fred’) stuff that I like. Other than a trip for groceries and making fajitas for dinner, it was a very quiet day. Uh-oh, sounds like that middle age stuff is creeping up on me. What happened to the go surfing at sunrise with my kids, then wash 3 cars and a truck after making a huge breakfast? Okay, so it didn’t happen the way I would have liked it to, but oh well – it’s nice to be a slug, for once. I’ll be back in the groove this week with a photo-shoot for the Foodbank of Southeastern Virginia on Tuesday, helping cook at the weekly fish fry at St. Gregory’s on Friday, yada yada yada… Home Depot® will still be there… patiently waiting for my fellow 300,000 other Saturday Honey-Do Warriors and I to show up. I just won’t hit the Denny’s® on the way this time.