Everyone has the crud

The flu and sickness season is going gangbusters this year, and I woke up feeling crummy, likely from yesterday's exposure to everything in Urgent Care.

I had to work, of course, but afterwards I made a chicken pot pie, because it sounded amazing.

Letting it cool is the hardest part.

Vows

At lunch on Monday, my prodigal friend described me as a "mendicant Philosopher." I had to take a minute to enjoy the poetry of the image as it filled me.

He then accused me of having taken a vow of poverty. I had to correct him, though gently.

It's more a vow of authenticity, really.