Carla and I usually celebrate birthdays and Anniversaries with a good dinner either at Road House or Millers. I’ve been in a real funk the last week and decided to try to break this spell so I took myself out for take-out at Road House. The thing is that by the time you pick it up take it home, get it one the table a sit down to eat, it tastes about as good as I could cook up without the hassle. I was hoping Carla would understand, I think she would, but can’t be bothered doing this again. There’s only one conclusion, this is what it is and will be.