The Bossman hasn’t summerized the air conditioning unit so I suffered in the 90 degree house and couldn’t turn on my fan. I needed to talk in my work meetings because team mates complained that I sounded like I was in a wind tunnel. Naturally, I was dehydrated by the end of the day. I reached for the soup, shrooms and Munster: 300 calories. The white one watched intently and had faith that I may share, like I did for breakfast. In thinking of my Atlanta Track buddy, who commented on a prior post to share, I tossed him 1/2 slice of Munster. The white one was very happy with me and forgave me for waking him from his noon nap to oversee my gardening. All is well with the white one.