Plan what? You put in an order from some local joint for a mediocre buffet. A phone call, ten minutes. Of course a drug addled idiot would consider it a major accomplishment, and it would be. Such pressure.
Take away the Reds and his ongoing discussion of landscaping chores and what’s he got His content went downhill with retirement. No more parking lot shots or evening socks shots. I pray he doesn’t decide laundry is a matter of interest.
Hope it was the good mortadella, cause the rest of it sounds like a Boy Scout overnight camp out. Kudos on the effort. Surprised you didn’t sleep better. The sound of water lapping the hull is better than Ambien for me.