The highlight of my workday is generally lunch, which I make myself and bring to work. My lunch is more or less a copy of whatever I make my girl for her lunch, recently minus candy surprises and with celery sticks instead because I am pseudo-Weight Watcher-ing myself to avoid massive autumn inflation of my physical being.
I eat by myself in my office. I already know what's in the damn lunch bag. And yet, I spend all morning thinking about eating lunch. I like food. I like lunch. I'm not so crazy about work these days.
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