Having a good day,

which is not even diminished by this impossibly bad hospital food: if anything, it has gotten worse since Jimmy was a patient. It makes me laugh to see how they can outdo themselves from one atrocious meal to the next. How you can render a baked potato inedible is a mystery to me, but these taste like the skins are packed with bone dry sawdust.

Last night we had Mystery Meat, maybe a sort of pemmican, floating in a gelatinous goo that was dried around the edges, like a mud puddle long sitting in the hot sun; one of the sides was green beans poured straight from its industrial-sized can, and that other light orange thing? I couldn't work up enough nerve to taste it. Let Mikey do it.