Today I was sitting at my desk craving KFC. My weight loss is going well, and craving it and having it aren’t the same. I texted my daughter, Brigitte, and said, “I’m craving KFC.” A little while later, I got a text from my boss, “Satan, get thee behind me.”

What on God’s green earth was that about?

And then I scrolled up. Apparently texted Brendan, not Brigitte. Oh man. That’s embarrassing. Just. Wow. Embarrassing.