I just got this email from a friend with an invitation. Hey guys, come over tonight and watch a movie. Maybe I'll bake something. Which starts me thinking. Mmm...baked goods. Do you know what sounds good? A cookie. I could really go for a cookie. Something warm and gooey out of the oven. Wow, that sounds good. It might even make the rest of work seem bearable.
All day I've wanted to be at home, curled up on the sunny spot on the living room carpet, where undoubtedly at least one of my cats is at this moment in time.
That, and this cookie. That would do it.
But, alas, here it is, 4:00 p.m. on a Friday afternoon. I'm stuck at work until 5:30 because I didn't get my lazy butt out of bed until 8:00 this morning. Actually, that has less do to with being lazy as it does going to see the 10:00 p.m. showing of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom last night. The local theater has this little retro film festival going on. Anyway, I digress.
My point is that there is no cookie here at work. There is a computer screen and a mouse and keyboard. There is tea and there are mixed nuts, but nothing remotely cookie-ish.
If I were an irrational being, I would blame my dear friend for tormenting me with a mythological cookie, with baked goods that don't yet exist.
And, occasionally, I am an irrational being.
But blame or no blame, there is still no cookie.