Help me, Rhonda.
This was taken on Front Street in Toronto on New Year’s Eve day. Who do you think’s getting that bone?
Hm. National Clean Off Your Desk Day or National Hot Pastrami Sandwich Day. What to do? What to do?
I always like to lead with the big guns.
Since I cleaned off my desk on Friday, that leaves…
Just sayin’. Here’s where, if I were on Facebook, I’d have to put it’s complicated. The only place I eat a pastrami sandwich is at the New Yorker Deli across from the ManuLife Centre in Toronto. Just Google it. They don’t have a web site.
It’s small. Has that deli/diner vibe. Caters to the nearby U of T student population, peeps who work in the area, and visiting touri-shoppers like me. It’s where I do deli. So. Not happening today. And now all I want is a pastrami sandwich. Isn’t that always the way?
Signal is having a brain fart. It still hasn’t opened up. Just a blank screen. Not even any thinking bubbles.
That’s what I just said to Geek Girl (GG) on Slack. It’s kinda how I’m functioning at the gawd awful hour of the morning, aka pre-dawn or before light.
And Monday is in the house.
Rinse and repeat.