Olives

This morning finds me with the familiar deep intestinal rumblings of overindulgence.

Flashback to yesterday... Had lunch at a little Greek restaurant near here. They sell bulk black Kalamata olives. I bought a pound. Ate over half by 3 yesterday afternoon.

The first trip to the crapper, which I feel deeply is just the beginning, yielded a black coating on my allotment of paper sprinkled with oddly shinny undigested olives skins.

It’s gonna be a good day.