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showered his mind was racing a mile a minute with repetitive negative thoughts about how crappy his day at work would surely be. It was his daily mental bitching fest.</p><p id="d643">But not today. He shoved all those thoughts aside and thought instead about that strong feeling he woke up with. What on Earth could it possibly mean?</p><p id="8e94">When it came time for breakfast Jerome abruptly decided to shake things up. Instead of his routine breakfast he decided to make a BTCEJ sandwich (bacon, tomato, cheese, egg, and jalapeno on toasted whole wheat bread). He had never had this kind of sandwich before for any meal. It was a type of sandwich he just now made up. And it was really good!</p><p id="570b">Normally while eating breakfast Jerome’s mind continued on the treadmill of repetitive negative thinking but not today. The sandwich was so good that was all he could think about.</p><p id="d412">Normally going to work was like stepping into a cage and getting on the hamster wheel for eight hours. But not today. Because of that strong feeling he woke up with this morning he was expecting something momentous to happen at any minute. So he remained in a state of very alert expectation. If something wonderful was going to happen he certainly did not want to miss it.</p><p id="2f24">But nothing momentous occurred during his work day. It was a fairly routine day except for the fact that he noticed that everyone was being unusually nice to him today for some reason. The day was also surprisingly stress-free and it went by quickly.</p><p id="4a09">On the drive home from work Jerome was still thinking about that feeling and still wondering what momentous event was about to happen. It obviously had not happened yet.</p><p id="f724">At home, after changing into his house clothes, he had

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the idea of having another BTCEJ sandwich. That one he had for breakfast was so good!</p><p id="ab27">Normally, he ate his dinner while watching TV but today he decided to take his sandwich out to the front porch where he sat on a lawn chair and ate while watching the sunset. The sandwich tasted even better out of doors!</p><p id="0fcf">When it came time for bed he sat on his bed thinking. For approximately two seconds he was disappointed that nothing significantly momentous occurred. Was it a fake premonition? But as he continued thinking he realized that he actually had a very pleasant day. Considering his very drab life perhaps that could indeed be considered momentous. Was it because he stifled all his negative thinking and stayed alert all day as he awaited and expected something wonderful to happen?</p><p id="5912">Jerome smiled. He then turned off the light and got under the covers. His very last thought before drifting off to Dreamland was this; <i>I wonder what kind of sandwich I’ll invent tomorrow</i>.</p><p id="17e9"><i>Copyright by <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"><b>White Feather</b></a>. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction.</i></p><p id="f4d2"><i>Speaking of food…</i></p><div id="2cdf" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/an-unlikely-hero-3fd0880cdb9"> <div> <div> <h2>An Unlikely Hero</h2> <div><h3>The old woman who cooked</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*Fcd-AAF_9gp-_R8hjWaONA.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

The BTCEJ Sandwich

The art of having a pleasant day

Upon awakening this morning Jerome could immediately feel that something was very, very different. But he had no idea what it was.

It was not an ominous feeling. He got those sometimes just before something bad happened. He did not consider it being psychic because he never knew what bad thing would happen. And occasionally those ominous feelings turned out to be fake.

But this was a truly strong feeling. He never got premonitions of good things happening and since this new feeling was not bad, Jerome was rather confused. What could it be? What was about to happen? Or what had already happened that he did not yet know about?

Normally he never checked his phone messages or email until after breakfast but today he checked his phone before even peeing. He checked his email while peeing.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

He then went to his south-facing window and looked out. Everything that was there yesterday was still there. Then he checked his north-facing window and then his one east-facing window. The world was still intact.

Jerome never watched TV in the morning but today he turned it on just in time to catch the main news headlines. There was nothing alarmingly new or different on the news. It was just the same old shit.

He turned off the TV and went to the bathroom to perform his morning ablutions. Normally while he showered his mind was racing a mile a minute with repetitive negative thoughts about how crappy his day at work would surely be. It was his daily mental bitching fest.

But not today. He shoved all those thoughts aside and thought instead about that strong feeling he woke up with. What on Earth could it possibly mean?

When it came time for breakfast Jerome abruptly decided to shake things up. Instead of his routine breakfast he decided to make a BTCEJ sandwich (bacon, tomato, cheese, egg, and jalapeno on toasted whole wheat bread). He had never had this kind of sandwich before for any meal. It was a type of sandwich he just now made up. And it was really good!

Normally while eating breakfast Jerome’s mind continued on the treadmill of repetitive negative thinking but not today. The sandwich was so good that was all he could think about.

Normally going to work was like stepping into a cage and getting on the hamster wheel for eight hours. But not today. Because of that strong feeling he woke up with this morning he was expecting something momentous to happen at any minute. So he remained in a state of very alert expectation. If something wonderful was going to happen he certainly did not want to miss it.

But nothing momentous occurred during his work day. It was a fairly routine day except for the fact that he noticed that everyone was being unusually nice to him today for some reason. The day was also surprisingly stress-free and it went by quickly.

On the drive home from work Jerome was still thinking about that feeling and still wondering what momentous event was about to happen. It obviously had not happened yet.

At home, after changing into his house clothes, he had the idea of having another BTCEJ sandwich. That one he had for breakfast was so good!

Normally, he ate his dinner while watching TV but today he decided to take his sandwich out to the front porch where he sat on a lawn chair and ate while watching the sunset. The sandwich tasted even better out of doors!

When it came time for bed he sat on his bed thinking. For approximately two seconds he was disappointed that nothing significantly momentous occurred. Was it a fake premonition? But as he continued thinking he realized that he actually had a very pleasant day. Considering his very drab life perhaps that could indeed be considered momentous. Was it because he stifled all his negative thinking and stayed alert all day as he awaited and expected something wonderful to happen?

Jerome smiled. He then turned off the light and got under the covers. His very last thought before drifting off to Dreamland was this; I wonder what kind of sandwich I’ll invent tomorrow.

Speaking of food…

An Unlikely Hero

The old woman who cooked

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