I had a nagging feeling that week; something was awry, but specifics escaped me. I found myself opening the cupboards and peering into the pantry. I didn’t seem to have as much food as I thought.

Wednesday the box of Twinkies seemed much lighter than it should. I counted and all were there, except the two I had already eaten.

Thursday I could have sworn the coffee canister had been nearly full, instead of about half.

On Friday I finally got proof that something was up – I found a used napkin in the garbage, smeared with tomato sauce from a Hot Pocket. I opened the freezer to discover a new box with one missing.

Saturday I think I must have lost my mind. I had made a lovely Dagwood sandwich with Prosciutto, Swiss Cheese, Mayonnaise, Dijon Mustard and thin sliced dill pickles. I turned away to return the ingredients to the refrigerator then turned back to discover a bite taken from the sandwich. It was the size of bite I would take, and in the place I would start!

I was losing the experience of eating!