Dreadful Sorry Clementine #2

Dov tells me all I posted about that was the headline.  Dreadful sorry, clementine.  Left you hanging.
So a couple of days later I saw an orange disk on the green carpet behind the bedside table.  Did not recognize it.  Pulled it up with the grabber, recognized it.  You will remember it had already been peeled.  It was a bit desiccated (I think maybe that means dehydrated, hope so) and it was also somewhat dusty.


There are advantages  to being old and living alone -- nobody, for instance, to tut tut -- so I ate it.