Dinner last night, courtesy of Ms. Seattle: A sort of minimalist lasagna where the filling was rolled up in two big noodles. They were sort of like spring rolls made with pasta. Also, brussels sprouts, for no good reason. And a canned pear half that Seattle suggested I heat up but I did not.
Breakfast this morning: Half a bagel, though I’ll grant that it’s the nicer top half. Everyone on Seattle Sutton follows a very specific menu schedule and while eating my breakfast I couldn’t shake the spooky feeling that some stranger within about a five mile-radius was like eating the other half of my bagel at practically the same time. There was pineapple cream cheese, too, and fruit juice in a squat little plastic cup like a lab sample.
Lunch: Has yet to be eaten. Today it will be a hot potato, which feels like progress of some kind.