Meat

I'm just not great with meds that have to be taken with food. Even when I think I've got it done right, my stomach just isn't a happy camper. So, en route to my podiatrist, I stopped off for a bite to eat. There was a place near the Flushing stop on the #7 that had $1 special on chicken skewers. So, I got one, and walked down the street juggling book, hat, and skewer, trying to eat without swallowing my hair or having the hot grease burn me. And it was just wonderful. Meat. Yum.