Sunday is grocery shopping day. That was yesterday. And I tend to shop the way I lead most of the rest of my life, a little absentmindedly.

Today, I have forty frozen fish nuggets, a bag of fries, one tub of chocolate ice cream and four bottles of Coca-cola in the fridge. And I cannot for the sake of me remember if I bought anything else.

I think I will miss bachelorhood someday.