If you’d told me this morning I’d be facing another table-full of meat salads, I’d have said you were crazy. This time we were subject to a shrimp-and-pasta number than I skipped entirely, a chicken salad that I thought was tuna (K. said he wouldn’t eat it if it was tuna, and he ate a whole scoopful, so I believe him), and a meat-free Greek salad that mostly had going for it the lack of meat. I also had a buttered roll, but only one: I was mysteriously seized with pleasure and excitement and couldn’t keep much down. (Sometimes I get too excited. See also: 300.02.) A., L., R., K., and R. shared our table, and R. talked to A. and I about putting a contract together. Full of good news, and another turtle cookie bar.