Closed on Sundays

I have a long list of pet peeves in my life, but one that’s pretty high up on the list is when restaurants are closed on Sundays.

This isn’t the 1950s. The days of Sunday family dinner are long gone. I mean, they probably still happen, but not as religiously as they used to. At least not in my family and that’s the only one that I’m polling.

I really wanted katsu for dinner. I’m not sure why. I called to place my order and no one answered. It was 6:15, so I convinced myself the line was really long and they were too busy to answer. So I drove up there. And guess what? CLOSED! Now mind you, this particular teriyaki restaurant had been open last Sunday and the Sunday prior to that, and so on and so forth, but for some reason, decided that they are now closed on Sundays.

So, I had to have McDonalds. Because I was ready to eat my arm. And I happened to be dressed in such a way that I couldn’t actually spend very long getting my food without drawing looks (read: I had just gotten out of the shower, and was wearing my pajamas and no bra). Drive thru it is!

Also, for anyone wanting to know about the remodel:

·    No one is coming to work on Monday. I’m not sure why. I’m told this is okay.

·    The electrician should finish up installing the 934 can lights on Tuesday.

·    Our new kitchen window should be installed on Wednesday. I will then sleep better as there won’t be a hole in the front of our house that criminals can easily crawl through.

·    The radiant heating elements and self-leveler (ooh, I sound fancy) are going in on Wednesday.

·    Drywall starts installing on Thursday and should finish early the following week.

·    Cabinets show up on Friday, the 27^th and that’s when the magic (i.e. what I deem noticeable progress) should really kick into gear.

Dinners eaten at home since remodel began: 5

Dinners eaten out since remodel began: 16