Tuesday Post

I just ate some yogurt. It was Greek yogurt, not the filmy New World yogurt that’s packed with deliberate bacteria and is meant to be medicine. Do you think that I wasted an opportunity to improve my health with medicinal yogurt? I could have treated my guts to a party, but instead I put form before function and ruined everything. Or did I? It’s hard to know what to eat these days, though I baked myself a creamed egg two Sundays ago. Haven’t eaten since.

Oh wait, there was that yogurt just now.

There Are Limits

I have too much work ahead of me to get into this, but I think it’s important to note that a man shouldn’t be cut off from his people for applying the wrong pasta to a particular dish. He should be beaten severely, or locked in a small room with some iguanas (if he’s scared of iguanas), or have his beard or necktie snipped off with scissors, but he should not be cut off from his people. That is too much.

I don’t like pasta myself, but I hear it’s fashionable in some circles.