I finally got out of the multi-day meeting at megacorp and I was beat. I went to the gym and worked out with Dave the Trainer for an hour but then I was ready to call it quits instead of hitting any of the cardio machines. He was starving and suggested that we all go to Joe’s Cellar, our local diner, and I ended up eating a chicken fried steak with eggs. I figure the grease was cut by the two Manhattans I had. And this was the first time I made it to the gym all week.