We stopped by Chick-fil-A for a free chicken biscuit this morning, and then on a whim grabbed something from Hardee’s as well since I didn’t expect the Chick-fil-A biscuit to be any good. To my surprise, it was actually nice and moist and flaky, so I just saved the Hardee’s for later.
I had a relatively good day for focusing on Autopilot. I didn’t complete the entire setup, but I felt like I had a better understanding of a lot of the pieces I had been missing. I brought half of a burger from Five Guys for lunch, so we just worked straight through all day, and I felt pretty good for it.
Casey’s had 50-cent wings, so I grabbed a bunch of those when we got back into town after work. As we drove home, I saw Gary parking at Point Remove, so I ate with Summer and then took Muad’Dib out to have a beer. The place was packed for stein night, so we were practically shouting at each other. It was a good time.
When we got back home, I could swear I heard a rat jumping around in my bucket trap, so I went outside to check it out. I had something, but when I finally made it out to Washburn park to release it, it ended up being a little mouse.
It was a quick night to bed after that, because I was exhausted in the morning after some strange, bad dreams.
Sixteen chickens.