Yesterday, a chicken stuffed with lemon and garlic. Today, a ham sandwich. Having to explain this leads to all kinds of complications, innuendo, embarrassment. If you won't mention the eating, I won't mention the breathing, how hard it all is, how labored. Simple promises and permissions keep things moving. If you won't bark like a dog, I won't lick myself like a kitten. Can we reach a resolution? Can we agree on that, at least?