A Conversation, with myself, on the way to the lunch room
It’s the Friday of the Octave of Christmas.
It’s one of, like, three Fridays all year where you don’t have to fast.
This was the one exciting thought I had all through the grocery store last night as I was purchasing eggs and bacon and sausage for a theoretical fried sammich for lunch.
Why, then, did I go directly home from the grocery store and pack myself a vegan lunch?
(Anyone want any hummus? I have a pound of it in my backpack.)