It’s only January 10th or 11th and just the faintest sliver of 2008 has passed. My resolution, to read more, is fresh. Fresh enough that there is a mist of condensation beading on the top of the bag, hovering over the top crust. My resolution has been sealed airtight, but it is still warm from the oven and smells of growth, of yeast.
To read more. That’s all. Simple. Contingent on someone else around here reading more, which he does, and will. Perhaps he will read the following instructions, take them to heart, then hand, and make me one, a sandwich. I’ll take anything. Blue and pink marshmallows swaddled in cold bread? Mmmmm. I can read to that.
Shouldn’t I have this?
The Lunch Encounter 
What’s with all the t-shirt shots? Getting a new hobby to replace the toasters?