Cooking with oil on all the work fronts.
Enough deliverables out the door to take a proper lunch.
Sun shining.
Drove aimlessly trying to find something that sounded good.
Found myself on the east side of the city.
Gave up thinking and saddled up to the bar at Redlands (which used to be called J. Alexanders).
When asked if I wanted a croissant with my ahi tuna tuna salad, I politely declined.
Had a sketchbook and pen ready to think a bit offline.
Food arrived too fast, no time to doodle.
Regret not getting croissant.
