Tonight was Mystery Book Club night. We usually gather before hand and have dinner at a local restaurant. I made my reservation last weekend.
I left work a little early, having come to a good ending point and having worked more than 8 hours today.
I decided to go to my favorite yuppie upscale supermarket for some goodies for dinner tonight, although I usually do that on Friday, not Thursday.
As I was driving home from the supermarket, I had a local sports talk show on the radio. They were talking about the USA Olympic attire being something out of The Great Gatsby. I got to thinking about discussing books, because the comments on the radio included surprise that sports writers read such books. Then it dawned on my: This was Mystery Book Club night. I went home, fed the cats, and raced off to dinner with the book club folks. I had a good dinner, and the Mystery Book Club discussion was good, too.
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