The Meat Freezer

I don’t go to breakfast any longer. The eggs are apparently watered down egg beaters, and the dining room is usually so cold that most people are wearing sweaters and/or jackets. At lunch, I walked in and was met by what felt like an arctic blast. My friend, Spike, who spent most of his life

Adjusting

I’m getting used to the place. One thing that has made a big difference is to skip breakfast and make my own. What that accomplishes is that I start the day on my own, no rush to get to 7:15 am breakfast which I usually dislike anyway; and now I can pick my time to