Did not go to the

Did not go to the bulls last night, which turned out to be a good thing. My bullfight buddies all cancelled for a variety of legit reasons, and I was too tired to want to make the drive myself. More bulls later on, but only getting to one bullfight this summer is making me a bit grumpy. I may have to make a flight down to Tijuana to make up for it.

Anyway, it was good I did not go, since I was dead tired at midnight, which, had I gone, would have been when I would have been on the freeway coming home. So instead, we had my editor over for dinner, and had a ratatouille and Italian sausages. More mellow an evening, but good fun, and I did not fall asleep driving home!