At some point my physical therapist will ask what I cooked for dinner the previous day. Of course he is interested in food, since he has an associate’s degree in culinary arts. My meals are so unmemorable that I often fumble for an answer. This time I will be prepared, because I thought my grilled hamburger was as good as I had hoped. I remembered to get the meat and buns out of the freezer first thing in the morning, so they were ready when I was that afternoon. The grill is on the back porch and needed only a light dusting before being preheated. To prevent a careless mistake, I timed everything.

I laughed at myself as I stood waiting to put the meat on the grill. As usual, my back was bent. I said, “You silly thing! Stand up straight, or you’ll have to tell the PT that you weren’t paying attention!”

He won’t ask, but my big mouth will probably confess it eagerly. I’m not going to write a book, but if I did, I’d probably name it “Unprovoked Confessions”. I think that is a cut above “Me and my Big Mouth”.