Decorative piano music drifts through the cool air of the Thai food restaurant. I'm picking up some food on my way home from work. I wonder if the music is deliberately bland to defy stereotype. It may be working; as I don't know what Thai music normally sounds like. Music is complicated anyway. I remember my parents listening to Spanish-language music on the radio and whenever a song came on that I found myself kind of enjoying, they would change the station. 

This restaurant has been here a while, in the strip mall anchored by a Fry's Food and Drug. 

I suppose this "plaza" as it's labeled has been a big part of my life. There was a Mom and Pop video rental store, literally called Mom and Pop's. A Blockbuster Video moved in, and then Pop died. The Blockbuster Video is now an urgent care. And the great croissant of life rolls on. 

My food is almost ready. 

My heel is still injured. Still not a good idea to attack me, because I haven't lost any mobility. It just hurts to do certain movements. Like my patented softshoe, as well as my legendary samba. But I can still do them as well as before. 

The plan today: Eat this Thai food, lift weights, play a little bit of PlayStation, and then go to bed at a decent hour.