Lately, Matt has been more machine than man. Night after night he's been staying up until the wee hours of the morning, disciphering page after page of Latin and writing it all up in a most erudite way. I believe he hit the 250 page mark yesterday. There's real hope that he'll finish by April 15th!
But this dissertation immersion has its own costs. This morning, on his way to the Lancaster train station, he found himself in need of a little pick-me-up. BK drive-thru to the rescue. Most would opt for coffee, but my untainted husband finds cola the more palatable option for his caffeine fix. He pulls up and orders. One medieval Diet Coke, please. Thanks. And only after pulling forward to pick up his order, did it hit him what he asked for. So he immediately called to amuse me.