Y’all, I promise all my posts won’t be about food. But.
So, today, I went down the hall to ask my coworker a question. I knocked on her door, and, as soon as she opened it, she said, “I want a donut.”
Now, this is a fair greeting. I often want donuts. Unfortunately for both of us, I could be of no help to her in her quest since I (a) had none and (b) knew not where she could find any.
Then, a little later, I heard her yell, “WHO IS GOING TO GIVE ME A DONUT?”
I responded by laughing loudly (as one does), and she asked if I was laughing at her because for some reason, she thought I couldn’t hear her. I guess in her mind she wasn’t yelling but just asking her across the hall neighbor that very important question.
So I got home and took my hours-long nap (much longer than I planned–as usual) and had a dream about gluten-free donuts. In the dream, I was explaining to the person at the donut shop that I was gluten-free for medical reasons, and that hopefully (PRAYERFULLY) when it was all over, I would be back on wheat flour, but in the meantime, it would be super great if they had gluten-free donuts. And they did!
And then I woke up. Obviously, you know how I felt.
I blamed the dream on KK for yesterday’s gluten-free pizza. And, of course, my coworker who was yelling about donuts.
Then I went to grade, and the Starbucks is right next to the donut shop (where I can also grade, but that doesn’t have a bathroom so I rarely bother).
Alas, they do not have gluten-free donuts (which I didn’t think they did). But yes, I did check. KK did send me a link for a local place that might have them. Maybe this weekend? We shall see.