For three hours Monday afternoon while I was at the coffeeshop, I turned away from my sinful, murderous carnivore ways and embraced the vegan way of life.
You might ask, “How did you embrace the vegan way of life while you were at the coffeeshop?” Great question. Normally, I daydream about eating cows, chickens, and pigs. It’s not a dream to shout about from the Lincoln Memorial’s steps, but it’s a dream nonetheless.
Monday afternoon I had no cravings to eat animals. That does not mean I daydreamed about salads unmolested by bacon bits or tofu po-boys. I was just content not to eat. I was vegan; I was one with all the animals on Noah’s Ark, even the cats — not that I eat cats.