Stumbling Toward the Week’s Finish Line
Could it be that we’ve happened on some bizarre cosmic convergence? Could it be that we’re incapable of both bringing lunch on the same day? It seems that with the exception of the first day of this enterprise, we haven’t managed.
Truth is, fridge is a little bare. Both the wife and I have had a relatively busy week. For the most part, we’ve already assumed the habits of new parents, but perhaps sensing that the clock’s running out, we’ve been living it up more than usual. (For those who haven’t yet heard — and I’m sure our ever-expanding legion of readers is hungry to learn as much as they can about us — I’m to be a father in late June.)
Anyhow, Fridays are usually my cholent day. I may skip it, though. We’re invited over to some friends tonight — people you know, actually; you’ve even interviewed the man of the house for Nextbook — and I hear that there’s cholent on the menu.
Yesterday, I had the soup and half-sandwich special at Mendy’s. Chicken soup and salami sandwich. I get kind of atavistic when I’m feeling under the weather. May just go for a repeat performance today.
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