Normally I try to avoid desserts, telling myself (and truly, believing) that yummy! fruit! is what I prefer. But three times each year Small College's trustees meet, and while the company is delightful, the days are long and the breaks are infrequent. They are my bosses, after all, and their judgments on my performance matter to the continuation of my paychecks.
During these days, I look forward to the carrot cake after lunch with enthusiasm that borders on the unseemly.
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