I feel cold. Layered over my body are my hooded sweater, flannel pajama pants, and a long sleeve T. On top of that, I hear the heater running in the house. Perhaps it’s the rain outside that’s making everything cold & wet.
Glance at the clock on the wall – dinner time is right around the corner. A nice hot meal would certainly warm me up. Only thing is that I am the one who has to make it (wife is out of town visiting my mother-in-law).
You see, a gourmet chef I am not, more like a short-order cook. Fast food is not for me, but I like the idea of cooking not taking too long. And steak is quick except my body can no longer handle that much bovine.
Whatever the dinner maybe, I better get on with it. Because this body is not getting any warmer.
What’s your dinner tonight?