There has been no blogging today. The photo to the left is why. I live with a woman who likes to pick at single slices of bread, and then leave them behind in the state pictured. I went downstairs earlier this morning, after having dreamed --and I don't mean that figuratively-- of a ham-and-egg sandwich on rye, with lots of chipotle salsa. I knew from the previous evening that two slices were left in the bag. But when I opened the bag, the very slice that we have here was staring back at me, laughing at me through its hideous hole. There would be no sandwich. Devastated, I lacked the strength to blog, but I will make up for it tomorrow.Good night.
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