even mediocrity can inspire

Holy carp.

Just ate an actual lunch – under supervision, natch.

Tuna on wheat. Bowl of grapes. Cantaloupe. Ginger ale. Ice water. Not a drop of blue dye in sight. All went fine, though my awesome speech/swallow therapist says I’m “a little intense” on the concentration front.

And the best part? Tonight: dinner. Tomorrow: breakfast. &c.;,&c.;

Other goals loom large on the horizon, but meeting this one is particularly sweet. Everyone should enjoy mediocre meals this much. Rock.