Yesterday evening, after my son got his day’s work (and workout) done, we all hung out some more, including the friendly cat, who has insinuated herself into every nook and cranny.  It’s hard to say no.

It takes a lot to get us old cave dwellers out on the town, or out period, but my son used his persuasive powers to check out a cool Brit-style pub nearby.  There was not much genuinely British about it, except some beers and the logo, but they had a vast array of craft brews on tap and bottled, many of which were new even to my son.  And typical of TN, they had a pleasant family/dog-friendly outdoor beer garden along a railroad track, where a train roared by just a few yards from us.  We had a nice time trying beers and hanging out.

After more overnight rain, there were towers of morning glories all along the fences in the foggy early morning.