It always starts out innocently enough with a nice early morning dog walk with KT Zottenberg in Pacific Spirit Park.
Then home for some leisure pursuits. That stack of books from Powell's isn't going to read itself.
Mr. Furley recorded all your stories.
Then once all the woodsy mud and dog smells are washed off you are ready to go out for a quick bite and a cocktail.
But the bite is never quick and the cocktails are always plentiful.
And next thing you know it's Sunday morning. Your head hurts from drinking, your face hurts from laughing and your stomach hurts from eating but it's worth it every time.