Semi-Daily Scribbles

Spending a quiet Thursday evening at home eating lunch leftovers for supper. I used to like to cook, but that was when I used to like to eat. I just don’t have the appetite I once had. Part of the reason may be that I’m growing older. I also think moving to a new part of the country had a helping hand in shifting my focus away from food. Schedules changed. Interests changed. Tastes changed. I go through stages when the only food that appeals to me is oatmeal and sardines, although not together. I almost always have soup for lunch during the week. Anything more than that and I start to feel sluggish. Having a full belly when one is a desk jockey is mighty uncomfortable. I rarely leave the building when I’m at work, but today I ventured out with a couple of mates for some pub grub. Even though I packed up half my order to go, the portion I did eat was enough to make me stupid for the rest of the afternoon. And yes, I did have a pint of hard cider to wash down my victuals, but that was nothing compared to the three pints of ale my very thirsty cohort knocked back. Combined with a heaping plate of meatloaf and taters, it’s little wonder he left for the day an hour and a half after we got back from lunch. I hope he’s having a quiet Thursday evening, too, so he can get to the office bright and early tomorrow to make up for lost time.