Only a few more slow mornings like these.

I think. Perhaps. That wasn’t the right response. I think. But thinking too much sometimes gets you into trouble.

The two of us wax poetically about the Olive Oil Company. He says that before he could take their picture, they made him eat lunch with them.

I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks this.

I tell him that it’s hard to be the one constant dissenting voice. It’s both a blessing and a course to spot the problem

One can laugh about it, but it also, at some point, it becomes less funny.

Originality over imitation.

Always at the last minute.

More cheddar than caramel.

“Crunch.”