Glad to see you again.
Very early in the afternoon, as my lunch salad sat heavily in my stomach and the work day dragged slowly on, I made a decision about tonight’s dinner menu.
I stopped at the grocery store on the way home, picked up my supplies, and headed home for a sundae dinner to be eaten while watching the Yankees game.
Does adulthood get any better than that?
Isn’t he trying to lose weight? Isn’t ice cream for dinner a bad thing? Doesn’t that mean he’s totally lost it?
I’ve been working way too much, running far more than I enjoy, not sleeping enough, and pretty much drifting through life in a fog.
I haven’t lost it. I just needed to do something so ridiculous and bad for me to have any real shot at…
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