Last Supper

After breakfast tomorrow, I'm going to be restricted to clear liquids until the surgery on Thursday. And who knows how quickly after that I'm going to get back to my normal (OK, abnormal) eating habits? So I probably should have spent some time figuring out what to have for dinner tonight—something satisfying and maybe even a bit indulgent.

But did I do that?

No.

I was working steadily from a little after 3PM to 8PM on the dot, and by the time I focused on dinner it was already a quarter to nine.

Oh, and Zach is working nights at the moment, so a delicious home-cooked meal was not in the cards.

I probably would have special-ordered Absolut penne from our neighborhood Italian restaurant (it's no longer on the menu, but we're regulars, so we get special privileges), but I hadn't had any real protein today, so I figured I should try to rectify that.

I went through our entire collection of takeout menus and was completely uninspired.

So I ended up getting a burrito.

It was fine, but I'm not exactly going to remember it longingly when I show up at the hospital at 6AM on Thursday, ravenously hungry after nearly 24 hours without solid food.

I'm going to try to make up for it on the other end, once I get my appetite back and feel like I can eat anything I want (two entirely different phenomena).

I have no idea what it'll be, but I can tell you this much: whatever I have is not going to come in a plastic bag and be transported by bicycle to my front door.