In the words of one cool cat, “It ain’t easy being cheesy.” That said, it’s Monday and I’ve been avoiding this damned thing for a while now. I don’t have any burning causes and I’m not in love with myself enough to make a reasonable blogger. I realize this makes it rough on you, the imaginary reader, but I am sure you will get over it. All I need to do is quit imagining you.

So, another week of freezing fog and snow slowly turning to ice. I’ve left the steps covered to see if I can take out a FedExer or to, but so far they’ve been fleet of foot.

We’ve got a new restaurant in town, a surprisingly good one, actually (the restaurant, not the town . . . not that the town is all that bad, but that isn’t my point, dammit. Oh hell, what was my point? Oh yeah, restaurants). Now would be a good time to demonstrate my eloquent use of language, my scintillating knowledge of gourmet cooking and impeccable knowledge of cutlery. If I ever run across any of that, I’ll go ahead and do a food review. In the meantime, I’ve got code to break. So, as a public service to y’all, or all y’all or whatever it was that my Texas-raised database prof used to say, I think I’ll go back to work now.

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