I'm at the office, 5 minutes before a working lunch with the "Managers" for pizza.
My stomach is screaming "Pizza", but the only thing other people hear is a great growling from my section of the cubicle forest.
Soon, Friday will be here, and then Saturday, when I head over to the Detroit Highland Games for the day with my friend, Ray, where I'll mostly spin. I've considered taking my Ipad with me, so that I can read my book, too. But that's more likely not to happen.