This morning I tasted a bit of lemon in a gorgeous chocolate muffin today and immediately wondered if it was the sign of a stroke.
Too many conversations these days about health and well being and what is the thing that is going to cause you to lose it all. Catch "the Rona" and forever be altered, health-wise, because of it.
Instead, I ignored the slight impulse to Google, propped my legs up on a nearby chair, and let the coffee I had freshly made warm my chest:
If I was going to go down, I wanted my morning version of that grand Last Supper that those Catholics were always talking about growing up.
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(image: via Exercice de Style tumblr)
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