The other night I was making sausage and tomatoes in a red wine sauce and while it was simmering I got involved in something else and sort of, well... forgot about dinner.
Mr. Logo came through the door which reminded me that there was, in fact, a world outside my own mind and so quickly made my way to the kitchen where my sauce had become a thick reduction. It's a good thing I caught it just then; it would have burnt within a minute or two. Mr. Logo watched all this with a bemused expression on his face and I explained, "I uh, got distracted."
"I know," he said. "That happens, it's just another charming part of who you are."
Feeling understood, and appreciated, and loved I said,
"Really?"
He shrugged, "Well, it seemed like the appropriate thing to say."


There is a moral in that story somewhere for someone. I'm just sure of it.
Alternately, I'm just rambling and...oh look! A chicken!