First off, let me just say, no. I am not claiming an end to my dry spell. For a while now I’ve been toying with writing again. Maybe. Maybe not. My food is good. Solid in fact. Program is strong. I’m doing the drill. Been to two Overeaters Anonymous meetings today in fact. Speaking at a meeting tomorrow. Working with newcomers. It’s all good.

Still, HP sometimes erects a sign and a compulsive overeater ignores it at his own peril. Such a thing happened today.

I was out walking. A quick dash through the woods to the supermarket for raisins, which I needed for the applesauce slowly cooking on the stove. In the strip mall with the market is a pizza place. Their sign was face down on the sidewalk. Maybe some kid knocked it over. Maybe the wind toppled it. I did the good deed of righting the sign and walking past. I did not look at the sign.

I completed my shopping and headed back through the parking lot toward the woods and home. I passed the sign and happened to glance at it.I did a double take and took this picture.

No, I don’t know.