September 28, 2006
Lately I've studied the hour at my house known as the "Tired and Hungry" hour. I call it a mere hour because that sounds positive. It's more like 1:00pm 'til 9:00pm EVERY DAY. This microcasm I witness each day has lead me to believe that on a grander scale, all things catostrophic and/or chaotic occur during said hour(s). Wars are enacted, divorces are decided upon, cars are wrecked, items of great importance are ruined, limbs are lost, murders are committed. You get the picture. At my house, there are loud words and feelings of endless doom.
Maybe the key to world peace would be a nice helping of cajun crusted salmon, mashed red potatoes with lots of garlic, focaccia, and a lovely mixed green salad with fresh crumbled blue cheese.