I was going to ask if it was too late for lunch but I see now it’s not too late, not while we’re living. I should’ve looked at my which which is putting it’s hands out in time.

I’d join you for lunch but it’s windy up on that mountain and being from Chicago, I’m all ready getting blown away.

I’ll go eat somewhere safer where the feeling stays and my ears don’t pop trying to get there. I mean I want to love Yu (the chef at the aforementioned restaurant) but as I stated before I am getting blown away.

This needs to stop.