I was just outside Mars Cafe, after getting some coffee, when I sat down in my car, thought I heard my pants rip, but on closer inspection felt nothing to be amiss. I then went to my fairly consistent Thursday morning meetings. Only to be told by a co-worker, that yes indeed, my pants had torn. The apparently tore around the back pocket, which I find a bit weird. After getting through the meeting, I headed home, and changed my pants.

After having 3 trips to Cedar Rapids, in the past 4 weeks, we finally get a couple of weekends off in a row, though, I will need to head back down there to drop off some pork shoulders for Joseph to smoke.