August 24, 2009
This morning when I went to pull the covers back up over the bed I'd just vacated, a piece of popcorn was lying where my body had been. It was a little disconcerting at first because, in my pre-dawn, not-yet-caffeinated haze, I didn't remember that I'd made popcorn the night before and that I had neglected to retrieve, before retiring, a stray piece or two that had scampered down my pajama top. Instead I thought perhaps I'd had an encounter with corn on the cob that was not only very close but very hot. But I knew butter than that!