So I'm sitting here eating a bowl of oatmeal (peaches n' cream with my addition of cinnamon) something I haven't done for...years. I forgot I preferred about 1/3 to 1/4 less of a cup of milk than they suggest. I like oatmeal. I know they say that scent brings back memories, but I'm not used to it doing so with me. My sense of smell is not very good at all, but smelling the peculiar tang of the oatmeal, feeling the warmth in my stomach...It brings to mind cold rainy mornings, foggy...winters spent both in play and quiet reading...books, quiet. Contemplation.
Thank you Quaker. =)
In other random memory news, I was at Wal-Mart when I ran across a pair of guys I knew from college. Hetero life mates we called them then, and here they still are. It took me a sec to recognize them, and I think he recognized me first...he recoiled slightly as if I might try and make societal contact and ducked down an isle before I could say something. So, I'm well remembered. :P
And just so people stop asking. No, I haven't heard about the job. Yes, I'll let you know when I know. Thank you. :P