2090 Rock Road
I was still recovering from a nasty cold. No big appetite, taste buds clogged up and non-responsive. Wheezing sniffling, snorting, groggy, fuzzy-headed. Enjoying the bliss of self medication. (Thanks Nyquil!)
Angel offered to just go pick something up, I said "Sure, whatever." She picked up two pizzas and some wings.
It hit the spot.
More recovery-napping predicted in my immediate future.