I wrote myself a note today after doing what the note said is a requisite activity for normality. That means I’m either not normal or can’t read. I wrote the note. That means I’m not normal. “Never lick a sharp knife.” Seems like a reasonable idea. Unless the knife has a substantial portion of chunky cheesy residue from slicing a wedge of Huntsman cheese, a favorite of mine that is both expensive and only available for a short period each year after its single production run in England.