I should find a subject, something worthwhile.

Everything has not been said, and even if it has, it bears repeating.

Robert Reich posts every day, sometimes twice. So does Heather Cox Richardson. Dave Hurwitz posts three times a day and already has 5,000 posts and counting. People say, “How do you do it?”

They say that to me, and I give the same answer, “There’s always more.”

But that’s not enough of a subject for a post.

Or maybe it is.

Or maybe I should just do what I’ve been doing lately, sharing the story of my life. Wonderful readers take the time out of their own lives to read about mine.

So, what did I do today? Or yesterday, since today is just getting started.

Well, I was hungry (when am I not?) and suggested fried chicken which could magically appear at the house by delivery, trackable by phone.

Or…Saul’s has started delivering on Monday to select locations, always to Berkeley, but I might convince them to include Kensington, so close a suburb that it’s like peripheral Berkeley [update: Saul’s says yes, they already include Kensington!], and there are new menu items I want to try, like the Moroccan lamb (yum! In my imagination) and watermelon summer salad. But it’s not Monday, so that’s off the list.

And wonderful Darband on Shattuck is gone, probably because of the War in Iran, and I’m not sure if they had started delivering. [We worry about them — lovely people.]

There are so many choices, most of which I know nothing about. Berkeley has the Gourmet Ghetto. And innumerable Thai, Vietnamese, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Nepalese [Aangen!], Himalayan restaurants, many of which deliver, and otherwise have food available for pick up, and we can drive on over.

And, of course, barbeque and ribs. I love ribs, and so does Kristina, sometimes her first choice. And Angeline’s, that wonderful Southern Louisiana Cajun cooking with the unbelievably good ribs (but I believe it), and the highly respectable gumbo, and the jambalaya (people say it’s “to die for,” but I don’t want to die for food, I want to stay alive and eat it).

And Talavera, our current favorite Mexican restaurant that does everything perfectly. And La Marcha for authentic Spanish food. And Troy for Greek food. And Gioia and Jupiter and Cheeseboard for pizza. And and and. Berkeley has it all. Many more than I can count, but I hope to one day try them all.

We looked at the clock, checked the fridge, got out the greens, chopped up some cucumbers, added craisins (cranberry raisins) and extra homemade Point Reyes blue cheese dressing for a healthy side salad, and called up a bucket of fried chicken, the big bucket with enough pieces for an extra day of left overs, and we watched on the phone as the little car moved on the map, updating the message, “delivery in —- minutes.”

Then the knock on the door, and “Thank you!”

So we pigged out and watched TV, the final episode of a Sci-Fi series, and I ate another extra piece of chicken, after taking my pills.

So that’s my life for today and yesterday. Your life is probably even more interesting, if you write it down. Writing it down makes it sound important.

Oh, and yesterday’s post got a lot of views, as Kristina knew it would. We seem to be getting more views from China, don’t ask me why, and, of course, Ireland (because relatives), and California (because that’s where I live, was born, and grew up).

As I always say, (well, I don’t always do anything), but, as I always say, “There’s always something,” and “once you get me started…”

And now I just discovered that Chaz has gone out to our favorite French bakery — Pâtisserie Rotha — just down the road in beautiful little Albany, California, and brought home the feast of croissants, a French necessity, and a box of pastries he says should last for two days, but we’ll see about that.

So, after all, life is full and good.