Jack of Harts

Sunday was a day of change. It was one week after the first symptoms started. A friend stopped by on the way home with gifts from the convention I missed this weekend. We talked a bit. It was good. It was tiring. Then I had a hankering for pudding and ate most of a bowl of fresh milk chocolate pudding. Pure bliss. I can actually lie down on a bed without hurting now. So that is good too. Then I saw a Subway commercial and fell in lust. A few minutes later I held in my hands a toasted slice of wheat bread. Add cheese, honey mustard, BBQ sauce, ham, and lettuce, and my mouth took a direct trip to heaven.