Some days are way weary. This is one of them. Its wonder’s wedged in the dusty gap between the cupboard and the fridge. And stuck in pancake syrup still puddled in the morning’s plates.
Tupperware towers topple on the work tables, containers that once held unrecognizable food rescued from the depths of the ancient gargantuan chest. “Clean it,” they said, “and plug it in so we know it works.” (The first thing they did was chop the plug off before they hand-trucked it up the stairs and off to freezer recycling heaven.)
And that’s not the half of it. Keep reading here. I’ve got hot cider and coffee waiting. And doughnuts.. Please hurry before I eat them all.
S. Etole says
Hmmm … I love hot cider and donuts. Will be right over.