Who binges on toast

I met the most delightful woman at Barnes and Noble today.

I went over, perused the books on cats and found really nothing on training. (Annabel uses her box. She's a neat eater and very smart. I'd like to utilize that and teach her a few tricks, but so far I haven't found anything that she likes more than her freedom to be her!)

Then I went to look for books on yoga, preferably done in a chair, or on a chair and designed for people with bad joints. I didn't really find that either, but a woman looking in the same section looked, left, then came back and struck up a conversation.

I thought she was much younger than I am, but she didn't seem to think so. She was looking for a cookbook, but we talked about the vicious cycle of gaining and losing weight and discovered we had lots in common that you normally wouldn't share with anyone.

Like eating until you feel sick, or eating half a loaf of toast with strawberry jam, or how we eat to celebrate and to commiserate. How we just love to eat.

Sometimes it's just nice to meet another person like yourself -- and like her!