I woke up this morning, and as I was working from home, I had plenty of time to eat a delicious breakfast.\u00c2\u00a0 I set my eyes on the prize, Cap’n Crunch’s Peanut Butter Crunch.\u00c2\u00a0 One of the joys of growing up is feeling like a kid again, and sugary breakfast cereals are an instant flashback to childhood.\u00c2\u00a0 Things then seemed so much bigger, so when I grab a giant bowl and fill it with the nearly worthless puffed corn cereal, it’s probably three times the amount it was.\u00c2\u00a0 That’s the funny thing about time though, it’s all relative.\u00c2\u00a0 So I fill this giant bowl with cereal, and turn around to the fridge to grab the milk.<\/p>\n
We have a little flashback here, to ten minutes earlier when I’m making coffee.\u00c2\u00a0 Get all the parts, empty the bag of beans, and throw it in the garbage.\u00c2\u00a0 (You can’t see it, because it’s my flashback, but there are very important details in the garbage.)<\/p>\n
Back to the present.\u00c2\u00a0 Or the past.\u00c2\u00a0 The present of the past.\u00c2\u00a0 The fridge opens, and I look around for the milk, to complete my fantastic time bending breakfast.\u00c2\u00a0 It was perhaps half a second after opening the fridge, before even looking in, that I realized I had seen the empty milk carton, sad and discarded, laying amidst the rest of the trash. I continued looking desperately for more milk, or something else that resembled milk, but without any reasonable results.\u00c2\u00a0 My time traveling, soul soothing breakfast extravaganza failed, horribly and painfully.\u00c2\u00a0 Here I sit, eating dry Peanut Butter Crunch, saddened not only because Peanut Butter Crunch without milk is not very good, but because now I realize that every bite I take is one less bite that I could have taken with milk.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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