My adult daughter watches me pack my lunch. I’m on the second of my 2nd shift days. I’ve got two nights of 3rd coming up before the week starts over and I’m on Sunday 1st shift. I pack mixed nuts, an apple, a tuna packet, 2 packets of peanut butter crackers, some coconut water (for electrolytes).

“It looks like you’re packing snack food,” she says. There’s a touch– a SLIGHT touch — of reproach in her voice. It sounds like she gets these flashes of a half-feral father someday living in her attic or basement, some eloquent troll surviving on nuts, fruit, coffee, and peanut butter.

I defend myself by pointing out the tuna packet. She asks me “What do you eat it with?”

“A spoon.”

I really hope I’m eloquent.