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Zero to Sixty


Zero: A pretty leisurely Tuesday morning.  A little of this, a little of that.  A moment where I actually can lounge on my couch and read.

20: A friend of mine and my daughter drive about four hours to Kansas City to see Florence + The Machine in concert.  Amazing performer, amazing time.

40: Drive home early the next day so that Kirby can get to drivers' ed and I can get WanderLunch ready for a catering event.

50: Complete the catering event (despite electrical snafu) and rise early the next day (today) to get WanderLunch ready for another big day: a new, more centralized location that's more accessible to our town's professionals.

60: Rock out a Thursday-record-breaking 78 sandwiches despite another electrical issue and you know, running out of things called Food.

I feel freaking good right now, readers.  I have no real tangible way to explain it...just that it feels like that grimy kind of visceral satisfaction that comes with working your ass off.

Wanna see pictures of stuff?

This is the "Red Dragon" sushi roll from a place in KC called Stix.


This is Florence.  She is awesome.  She spent most of the night running, jumping, and dancing around in this throwback pink chiffon bathrobe.  But, hey, when you're phenomenal as hell, you can wear what you want.

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