Marie finally woke up, and prior to the crack of noon. We had Stuff To Do (since we bailed on desert & shooting) and left the house about 11:45 and.......ACTUALLY HAD A MEAL TOGETHER IN A SIT-DOWN RESTAURANT. We haven't done this in almost a year due to the ScamDemic. It felt WEIRD to Marie, after a full year of either eat at home--delivery--or drive-through dining.
We went to the same restaurant that my old partners meet at on Tuesdays, so it isn't as weird to me. The Korean couple that own the place DGAF about the wonks at the Health Department or their cite books. They have been left alone for months. Koreans have street cred in this part of the country, maybe that has something to do with it. AR-15s from rooftops do send a message, even 29 years ago.
I love the place, 'cause they aren't afraid to feed ya--no sir! Marie had their French dip, I had a patty melt. OMG--both were ginormous. The patty melt had two 1/4# patties and cheddar cheese, and the fries were twice-fried. Marie must have been hungry, because her sizable sandwich was gone right along with the fries. So darn good.
We did some grocery shopping on the way home, then fired up the compressor in the garage to put some air in the truck's tires. It hasn;t been driven a lot for the past few months, and I learned at what pressure level those idiot lights on the dashboard for tire inflation came on--55 PSI. 1700 miles since 3/19/20, which was the last time the oil was changed. That explains it, I suppose. 75# in the fronts, 80# in the rear per the door sticker. We got into the truck and took it around town for a bit, and the idiot lights blacked out after about 1/2 mile. Maybe the truck stops paying attention if it isn't driven a lot. Dunno.
Slowly but surely, life returns to a semblance of pre-COVID normalcy in South Kalifornistan.