Returning from a sunlighted week on the Maine coast?

Obviously, eat chocolate.

Nothing high class, just little blocks of Hersheys.

Did I not mention the fruit first?

Toss in overly maple saturated granola and the good

Vanilla yogurt that might be on the verge of extinction

But will hold until the next grocery run…

Followed by two strong cups of Yorkshire Gold, 

Sufficiently sugared and milked and drunk hot.

Chocolate, now 70%.

Lunch on the mayoed and lettuced soggy tuna/cheese

Sandwich from Waldoboro’s Borealis bakery,

After a taste of salmon spread on rye, purloined 

From the Barn event.

Chocolate, only palatable at one pm with a piece of that

Minty gum, squashed and stashed behind the molars.

Corn chips and cheddar, but the attempt at tea, failed.

Segueing into some kind of supper of tomato soup,

Heated up fried haddock from Port Clyde

With quickly spun Russian dressing and more fruit.

Yes, read the week’s papers and crossed the puzzles,

Numbered the sudoku, but no exercise other than Tai

Chi across the kitchen floor using Janet arcs to move 

Into the final position.

Done with the sweets.

Cornered inside all day, ignoring the rain and vowing to

Edit the flower beds…but only tomorrow…