Mark and I have had a rough couple of days, with some iffy food experiences from places out here, in Brooklyn.
One manicotti dinner did not sit well with us, and the next night some tacos caused a small stomach riot. We're both moving slowly, but are too stubborn to give up happy hour and being social.
I look at our cat Dida sometimes and wonder how life would be with a bowlful of kibble each day. There'd be no dilemma of what to eat each night.
You would just eat and move on. No anticipation, no hankering. Just quick stops to refuel.
Life would be so efficient!
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