B.L.T.
Some days are meant for doing nothing. That’s right, no-thing. Even this B.L.T. seemed to be too much effort. Toasting bread, frying up tempeh leftovers, slicing veggies and spreading Vegenaise was about all I could take. I don’t even know what I sprinkled on the potatoes before throwing them in the oven. So here, a B.L.T. the only tangible evidence of my existence today. 
