We had a small gift certificate to burn, and so the Mrs. and I had dinner at Jake's Famous Crawfish last night. It was just what we expected, no better and no worse. Which is to say, pretty darn good.

After dinner, waddling about, we retired for port to Pour over at NE 28th and Broadway. There we discussed, among other things, our appalling lack of physical exercise in recent months. We made a few early resolutions about that, and will be rejoining the ranks of the sweaty this week. It's been nice goofing off in that department for a while, but there's no free lunch. You either spend time working out, or reserve that time for doctors' waiting rooms and hospitals.