Today I stood in line an inordinately, unnaturally long time at McDonalds.
The children were climbing through tunnels like contented gerbils and I had a book to read, so I was able to wait more patiently than most.
While waiting (while reading!) my mind wandered to earlier in the afternoon where I left some of my soda bread biscuits with my hostess. She had glowed about how delicious they were, and while I was surprised at her enthusiasm, I appreciated it enough not to question it.
About this same time, still standing near the counter, I also remembered a random Dooce post I’d read where she glowed about how good food tastes now that she’s pregnant. The delicious idea of my plain bread being elevated by pregnancy magic struck me so hard I laughed out-loud (she is pregnant– I wasn’t laughing at the possibility).
An older gentleman waiting nearby looked at me questioningly and I smiled and went back to pretending to read my book, still fighting the giggles– this time brought on by imagining how this scene might have looked without the book.
Yes, I’ll admit I’m still riding high on a sleep deficit.
But here’s what I’ve gotten done: