The Wisdom of Plain Oatmeal
I paused for a few seconds in front of the empty space on the condiment table, and drew back my hand which had already reached out in habit. “Strange,” I thought, “it’s always been here for the past week”. I went back and scanned all the condiment containers, once, then once more, then conceded to myself on the third time that, yes, everything was in its place. But what I…