Yesterday I enjoyed a great big heaping breakfast bowl of oatmeal. It was the first of the cold weather season.
Then there was dinnertime’s liberal application of Tabasco sauce.
Afterwards, I consumed a couple of Fig Newtons while watching the Phillies clobber the Dodgers.
A troublesome night’s sleep, some nightmares, and then today’s breakfast of shredded wheat.
That would bring us up to the present, except for that tumultuous event that occurred between the shredded wheat and the time I finally got to sit down at the computer to type this out.