Last Saturday, for one glorious evening, I felt "normal." I dined out at a restaurant for the first time in nearly six months.
Colleen and I celebrated our 17th anniversary. Plan A was to import Maine lobsters, smoke them on my grill, and enjoy them with a great bottle of Italian wine I had picked up our our favorite wine shop. That plan fell apart, however, when I learned that FedEx won't guarantee Saturday delivery to my home.
So we moved to Plan B. We cautiously and nervously decided to brave a restaurant for an outdoor meal.