On Marathons and Muffins (And More)
Including some thoughts on current theater I haven't formally reviewed
There was a marathon in D.C. this weekend. (Speaking of things I was never gonna be participating in.) (We weren’t?)
This means, among other things, that yesterday’s coffee walk was one long reminder that other people take better care of themselves than I do.
I chose to console myself with muffins. Orange-cranberry muffins, for the record. A four-pack of orange-cranberry muffins.
But I shared them at my morning meeting, because I am nothing if not a virtuous homosexual.
