This week was a tough week for various reasons. Today, I walked into my building and my doorman Peter wanted to know if I had eaten already. I hadn't had dinner yet, but knew that I had a lot of things to do - like take the dog out, run errands, tidy the apartment, etc. I said that I hadn't eaten and he offered to share his dinner of rotisserie chicken and potatoes with me. After many protests from me and many insistings from him - I agreed. I have to admit, It turned my day around. We sat there on a bench in our lobby and talked while I ate a chicken leg and potatoes...and my day got a little lighter. Something about sharing a meal with someone makes things better.