Let us continue.

     (Damn I'm sorry)  Not at all sure If I missed the appointment with my cardiologist.  Cleared for work and would have to see him in October.  Let's just pretend.  Okay?  Trust me nothing memorable.
     It was my last week of total freedom.  I spoke with the woman from the Hartford and she spoke to human resources.  I was cleared for a 35 hour work week.  What!?  I was assured this would not affect my benefits, I let my manager know.  I thought it was a good idea starting on a 4 day schedule.  Thus ended Friday.
     Saturday.  I decided on a little road trip.  It was a mere 30+ miles east.  Sister would have brother in law home.  I was going to enjoy this.  I'm not sure entirely if I was back to smoking in the car yet, I'd wager no. 
     Great day for a drive, Saturday, great mood, good weather, feeling wonderful, was going to hit the outlet center, Saturday. 
     SATURDAY OF LABOR DAY WEEKEND!!!!!  Yes, somehow I failed the connection there.  The center is at the end of the highway practically.  If you're not over to the left you drive into it.  I remember it being 2 hours of Hell in bumper to bumper to door to bumper.  When I finally made my way through the maze to an exit.  Oh no way was I going to find parking.
     I was going to salvage the experience.  Lick my poor wounds and nurse my pride.  I mean I never ever go to stores on shopping weekends or days.  I headed for my favorite little soul food place.  I mean this place rocks like no other.
     It is a little trailer kind of place.  A place the uninitiated walk past.  Sometimes there is a halfway house next door.  They make the most awesome stuff.  The chicken is so fresh from the yard.  Remember 35+ years if you can or more.  When mom would buy chicken, yes even from the super market.  and it was still so fresh you had to burn off the little stems from the feathers.
     Corn bread awesome.  Collard greens awesome.  Everything, even the ribs.  But it was not to be perfection this time.  See they had suffered from dear old Irene as well.  There was no favorite of mine then.  Sweet Potatoe Pie.  My meals there usually begin with a slice and end with a slice, yup appetizer and dessert.
     Over all I was pleased with how the day had went  Returning home after the vigor of traffic and such I was pleased not to be exhausted.  I was ready for the working world.