Fluffed off work today (sales calls) and flyfished the Pere Marquette. Put a couple beautiful steelhead and browns on the beach (released) and did a quasi-bar tour home. Nothing risky or illegal - had a Knob at nice little hole in the wall in Custer, then a Maker's near home, with a beer stop in between.
Listened to the Clash all the way down 31, and after checking in with office, got in a weekend fame of mind.
We'll beat OSU by 8 or more Sunday, don't worry your pretty little head. Now enjoying a Fat Tire or three with plans for a Lagavulin (and probably bed) by 10.
Beat Ohio, and have a great weekend.
(this is how you live your life when you're old)