cigar lounge no longer a priority.

     At this writing, I've yet to get to last weekend in the adventure that can be my life.  Like anyone Else's.  I don't know why spell check decided that the last word in the the previous sentence should be capitalized.  Yet they let me go with a run on sentence, oh well.

     Aside from my recent heart troubles, started labor day.  I never did finish that either.  But I still stand behind the reasoning there.  Anyway.  This has been an incredibly busy and mild fall to winter.  In fact we may be on drought watch.  That is yet another entry I guess.  And not one that I am eager to jump into.

     I believe it is the weather, also encouraged by the change in ownership, that makes my Sunday escape less palpable.  Mayhaps it can even be attributed to my friends new dislike for it.  Again covered in another entry.

     Those items aside, I've lost that loving feeling.  That need and urgency to go there each and every Sunday.  And I cannot say I'm missing it all that much.  Sad but true.  A lot of the regulars aren't there for football this year, that is odd.

     I don't know if that is because of the weather or in part the ownership.  And another reason why I don't want to hang out in a place that may only have 2 other people besides the owner.  I kind of miss the older days now.  Days of wine and roses.  I'm trying to use that as a metaphor.  Believing to reference to an old movie of the same title.  I really should look it up before I just leave it there to hang.  Wow just did a check on rotten tomatoes.  The metaphor stays, but is not at all appropriately used.

     Anyway that is where I'm at.  A big reason is also the mild weather.  Means I can continue to comfortably smoke outside.  We shall see if it continues once winter arrives.  The winter of my discontent.

-later