I had two grueling depositions today. In between I made some of that microwave soup as a quick meal and managed to pour boiling water all over my left hand. I said a very bad word and did the second deposition with a bag of ice on my hand. All in all, not a good day.
So when I got home and Mrs. Likko had prepared pasta and a glass of a nice ’06 grenache and then told me I should go watch the third period of Game 1 of the playoffs before it was done, that was a very nice thing. And when she brought me a cup of ice cream with peanut butter and a 2-1 Boston lead turned in to a 3-4
double triple overtime Chicago comeback, it almost made me forget the pain of the burn.
Hockey, wine, and ice cream, all served up by a loving wife, are better than aloe vera and lidocane.