Now it has happened twice so it’s an official ritual requirement of my life: stop by the Whole Foodsnon my way to therapy, pick up a turkey sandwich, go to therapy, take my sandwich to the curriculum meeting, eat my sandwich in the curriculum meeting and wonder why we’re all taking all of this so seriously. 

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I ate a turkey sandwich from the Whole Foods by my therapist’s office in the core curriculum committee meeting. I can’t believe anyone is credulous about faculty governance in 2017, but what else are we going to with our lives?

I ate a turkey sandwich at my desk while working through the weeding list. Both were a bit dry.

I ate half a cantaloupe that K. cut up for me and the entire time I just kept seeing the cookies on the kitchen counter that I almost packed for myself and then was all shrug, I have all this fruit, that’s plenty. What was I thinking? What was I thinking?

Unexpected, uncommon for this time of year gap of time! An entire three hour stretch with nothing in it! Except all the work I had to do, staring at the computer, shoving a turkey sandwich in my mouth.

I had to pack my own sandwich but it was still the right thing to do and I was glad I did it even though wow I was running late because I don’t live fifteen minutes away from my office anymore everything is changing.

K. packed me a sandwich for lunch! It was wild! She made it in our kitchen and put it in my bag! What! This is bananas!