On a day when I sharpened my elbows to shop with the masses for Thanksgiving groceries, held Jack down with the help of three nurses while the ENT poked around in his cursed left ear, and hauled the younger sibs along for the show, I gave myself permission to eat a doughnut for lunch.

It was completely restorative.

  3 comments for “Lunch

  1. Julie
    November 26, 2014 at 2:38 pm

    I love your posts. All of them.

  2. November 27, 2014 at 7:39 pm

    What kind? My default donut bliss is maple.

  3. Joyce
    December 25, 2014 at 11:43 am

    Grandma Snow would suggest Lemon Burst yogurt and a chocolate Dunford donut.

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