The other night in bed, I read a news clipping [yes, on real newsprint!] about decluttering.
Good info and a relevant story.
But I foolishly scanned the flip side–a depressing rundown of Russia’s increasing influence in American politics.
When I finished, I turned out the light and settled in under the covers.
My eyes closed…and opened.
I was churning, unsettled.
I knew what I had to do.
Flick on the light and read from Jim Gaffigan’s book, Food: A Love Story.
“Eating fries without salt feels like a sacrifice. What am I, a pioneer? When I have to eat unsalted fries, I often feel like I should be a contestant on Survivor, or something.”
Okay, now I was ready to sleep.
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