Working Late Dinner Scruples
I’m giving great pause tonight before dining solo. Merrin is working late and I think I’m on my own. That’s a shaky supposition, though. I’d hate for her to have a really long day and arrive home anticipating dinner together, only to find I’ve eaten. Worse, I really want to eat the outstanding leftover pork chops she made last night. Then I think, “Wow. Maybe that’s what she’s thinking, too.” What to do?
And she wonders why I go without dinner at all some nights?!