As I've stated here before, I'm adept at eating in my car. If I get stuck in a blizzard, I'll be able to find enough food under the driver's seat of my car to live for a week. I can melt some snow to drink, and be just fine, ThankYouVeryMuch.The Jazzman happened to show up in my kitchen this morning. (Nah, I'm not going to tell you how he got there. You'll have to get that information from other sources.) Having him there, having someone to talk to before leaving for work, was sheer delight! And so, for a change, I didn't pour my granola and slice my banana into a to-go dish. I poured it into a handcrafted bowl, mixed the yogurt in, dropped some walnuts on top, and sat down.
At his suggestion, I've added a couple of comfortable chairs to the kitchen, and we sat—he with his cup of tea (in handcrafted mug, of course) and I with my morning melange—while we discussed our respective activities in the day ahead.
I may be old, but give me enough incentive, and I can change my habits!
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