By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

FRIDAY FUNNIES
Silly controversy over Cadillac ad reminds us we want different things
Warning: Don’t trust in politicians; they’re always going to disappoint
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Anne, the cat who’d love to live in a shoe
Irony: Libyan rebels now rounding up blacks, sticking them into jails
‘Conservative’ and ‘liberal’ should refer to temperament, not politics
What if the best you can offer to someone will never be enough?