Dinner

Here's the problem with being lazy. You distract yourself eating grapes during the 3:30 you decide it should take the matzo ball soup to heat in the microwave. You stick your finger in and make sure it's warm enough. Then you carefully carry the whole thing down a flight of stairs, out a few doors, in a few doors and you make it safely to your office where you will partake in the dinner ritual. But when you take your first sip, you discover a lukewarm temperature. Lame. But what's more lame? Walking back through those doors, up those stairs and then distracting yourself with something else long enough to get it to cook the right time. So instead you write this. And lukewarm becomes down right chilly and dinner is served.