Monday, November 2, 2009


Two or three years ago it was time for lunch. It was time for lunch at some point today, too, I suppose.

Well this time two or three years ago, Riley came into my room and said, "Do you want cold cuts for lunch?"

Now as I recall, I had been napping, and was still groggy and in that stage of deciding whether sleep or food was more attractive at the moment. Apparently cold cuts didn't sound enticing enough to lure me out of bed, but a warmer, toastier sandwich would maybe have been able to do the trick. So to Riley I questioned,

"Will the cold cuts be warm?"

He gave me a look, laughed, and then slowly let me down with the truth, "No...?"

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