When you've been laid up a little too long, your mind starts playing tricks on you. You start fantasizing that you really ARE the dowager in Down ton Abbey. But you notice you're down to the last few toilet paper rolls; the banana tree has become empty; soup is no longer an option; the orange juice has become rank; the milk has to be measured, so your significant other can eat his cereal; the few "fresh" fruits and vegetables look tired, bruised, and worn; and NO, NO, NO; the servants are NOT going to go to the grocery store after all, nor are they going to cook for you.
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