Got Me a Tuesday Night Chubby's Case of Val's Wings, Salt City IPA, and Quick Pick Gambling - All is Well in CNY

I don't mind smooth travel. Yesterday was extremely smooth. Few cars on the road, no stops, blue skies, and sun (until I was a mile from Syracuse - then I could see the gray clouds of doom cascading over the city - seems like Mordor has a hold of the place - it's almost comical), and numerous cops looking for speeders without many cars to catch on their radars. 

Maybe it was worse than that, but I didn't know, because I was engrossed in a good audio book and the trip felt like the blink of an eye.

This morning, I'm still trying to digest the fried chicken wings of Val's as Papa Butch and I did a Tuesday night Chubby's run. That was my goal all along - to get to Syracuse in time for a beer with Butch. There are no wings as good as Val's breaded wings, and this morning the stomach is paying. Absolutely delicious - it's the holidays, so I indulged. 

They are calling for a wintry mix today with 2-4 inches possible. That would be nice although I think it will all melt by Saturday, so Santa's reindeer won't need their ice skates. 

My car needs to be emptied. There's no use dumping everything at my parents when they should be placed under Cynde's tree. We missed this last year because of Covid, and this year we're rolling the dice and hoping for the best (with fingers crossed/prayers for Chitunga who was contacted that he was compromised....waiting on his results).

But now I'm wondering what I'm going to eat today...so far I've resisted the buckeyes in Mama Sue's freezer. I don't want to get the cookie thing started until the last minute.

And I also want to finish my audio book. It's that good. 

Karal is at home....she loves the big back yard and dogs to run around with. It's a matter of fate with parent she trips first. Someone is going down. She's too fast and they are, well, slow, uneasy, clumsy, and a pair of klutzes.