Cherries

There are fifteen chocolate-covered cherries to a standard Queen Anne box, which are divided into three seperate containers, to "seal in freshness." I purchased one such box Sunday afternoon, and promptly ate my way through the first container and part of the second, for a total of eight cherries gone within two hours. Today, as I peeled open the third section, it occured to me, as it always does, that if I'd held off earlier, I could have done something important with my cherries. Fifteen cherries... if I'd eaten only one a day, they would bring me right up to when Paul comes back. I could track my progress by the empty cherry-spaces in the plastic. If I'd eaten only the first container the first day and then paced myself similarily after that, I'd have enough to get me throgh the end of the school year. Perhaps when I am old and retired with nothing else to look forward to, I will stockpile boxes and boxes of the delicious morsels and have one every night before bed, as a countdown to death.
That is, if I can ever learn to stop with just one.