failed lunch

I'm kinda in a hurry.

My friend Bob — my college love —calls. He lives in California, Napa Valley, in a beautiful house surrounded my majestic views and rattlesnakes here and there.

He has a plane and flies to Walmart to do his shopping. It's from there where he typically calls.

We frequently, and quickly, get into heated political conversations. He is more than competent (and well-equipped with facts) to challenge my views.

By the time I hang up, I realize I am running late. I still need to order in dinner (better now than later, when the delivery wait time will be a few hours), make lunch, and "get ready" for my zoom call later.

I decide to make over-easy eggs with a multi-grain (much prefer the unhealthy sourdough alternative) English muffin. The eggs are cooked perfectly. I always overcook them but today, they are gorgeous.

I plate them. Begin to butter my English muffin. And then this happens.

So instead I clean my kitchen floor (it needed it).

Throw out my cracked and broken dinner plate.

Then grab some fruit and a 100-calorie bag of Skinny Pop for a quick, but unsatisfying, alternative.