An (isolated) Incident

There are disadvantages to doing any kind of remodelling.

Disadvantages like, you can't find anything you own. Among the items lost amid my shuffle was an unopened canister of raisins. I bought them at Wal-Mart to take as a snack to work. I had a few raisins left in my old canister which I have been zealously saving until such time as my brand new container should materialize.

There is a point to this story.

Last Monday, I had a bad headache. Dad kindly gave me two advil to knock it out. I took only one of them since that is usually enough to get me back on my feet, then I put the other one into my raisin canister. The almost empty one.

Hey, it was the only handy canister in sight.

So Saturday my new, unopened canister of raisins turned up in the pile of laundry room "stuff."

(Don't ask.)

I was hungry at the moment, so I immediately decided it was as good a time as any to finish off my old raisins. Accordingly I sat down to have a small snack.

The raisins were very good. Smiling contentedly, I put the last few into my mouth. There was something hard in the middle. I wondered vaguely what it was, but not for long....