On Thursday I posted a simple plea on Facebook: "Can someone please bake me a pie?"
On Saturday the call was answered:
Our resident baker, Spronk, whose leftover lunch is decaying right now in our fridge, delivered a homemade blueberry pie this very afternoon. Before ever taking a bite, I can guarantee that this is one of the greatest pies ever made. My plan is to have the pie for dessert with a hot cup of black coffee. I plan to have another slice of pie tomorrow morning for breakfast, again with a strong cup of black coffee. I defy you to find a flaw in any of these plans.
Any doubts as to whether I am the luckiest person in the world have now been erased.
I love you, Spronk. You can store your lunch in our fridge as long as you like.