Full stomach

had a good chat with Elliot over Mexican food. Conversation was excellent, thanks to my resourceful and ever entertaining companion, ruptured by occasional spells of silence contributed by me. Elliot came to give a talk at Columbia, brought news and gossip and had compassion with the slow-witted, gloomy, aging homo corporatus (that is me). Enjoyed the chat, escorted Elliot to train, bought a loaf of bread, heading home after a day of work.

The beef burrito was not so good, but there was lot of it and for some reason I felt compelled to eat it all. Stomach not happy. Sigh.