Church was good, Denis’ Pre-Memorial was great.

I survived it!  It was all good!  Now all I can think about is sleep. I haven’t really recovered from Thursday night yet.

Tortillas for dinner, leftover porkchop in orange sauce for lunch.  The boys spent a good chunk of the day killing zombies; I actually got out of the house for a walk when Paul dropped by and encouraged me to stir my stumps.  I went down to Langley Farm Market with him and picked up fruit, veg and Pocky.  Happy sigh.  I loves me some Pocky.  This is a really weird article I found on Wikipedia after I looked up Pocky.