Donuts

He looked at Richard and the donut with great intensity, as if this were the donut that would fix Richard, as if there were certain donuts that were better for certain ailments, as if a donut could have curative powers.

In another building with a new group of people. Apparently, it’s National Employee Appreciation Day - which is observed by the presentation of brightly coloured donuts and a plate of apples.

The rain turns to snow, and when we restart after lunch, I’m asked to accelerate through the material to finish at 2:30. Fine by me!

The roads are covered in slush and there’s more wet snow falling, but the journey back is uneventful, if slow. I take a short walk around Phoenixville - and get a bit cold and wet. Keith cooks steaks and brings a couple of growlers from Stable 12. We visit Audrey, the old lady next door, where he reads a couple of versions of psalm 133 (the Quakers win again).

Back in the house there’s frozen Oreo cake leftover from his daughter, Brianna’s birthday. It’s as vile as it sounds, but slides down sweetly after the beer. Keith heads off to kill zombies and I retire.