Costco-monsieur

I had a nice 3.5 mile run around the neighborhood tonight (with a soundtrack by Johnny Cash). There's something poetic (or cliche depending on your level of cynicism) about listening to Ring of Fire while running laps to a setting sun.

Speaking of cynicism, for those of you who argue that I never buy anything healthy from Costco, may I present my dinner for this evening:


It's my version of Croque-monsier, made from a rosemary-olive loaf, roast chicken, and Dubliner Irish cheese - all sourced from Costco. Unlike the French version, I toasted mine instead of frying the concoction in oil. The squash, btw, was a gift from Betsy.

And now, an open letter to Dustin: It looks like I won't be joining you on your cross-country tour. I wish I could, but I just don't have my act together. Reading your blog, however, it seems you have a good crew of riders already accompanying you. I feel rather aquamarine (sad and envious) about it. I'm sure you'll have a great rest of the trip and many cool stories to tell when you get back (and maybe a picture or two).

The following is for my brother-in-law, Joe. Happy Birthday!