Please, Corey, Put Down the Pancake

What I learned about fulfillment from my day off.

A stack of pancakes.
Photo by Brigitte Baranyi on Unsplash

The nausea isn’t surprising. That doesn’t make it any more pleasant though. I let out a groan of discomfort and try not to move. The TV’s flashing with the animated sequences of Rick and Morty. I focus on it, hoping to forget my gluttony. It works. At least, for a while. The dishes still need to be done, but there’s no…