When I was younger—and that wasn’t all that long ago!—I’d come home from work at night and have a bowl of Cheerios. I know, I know, I should be more sophisticated. But I’m not.
Alas, now I come home and only get to yearn for a bowl of Cheerios.
How I long for the good old days, when eating this late at night didn’t mean I’d be pacing the floors all night long.
I guess the question is, now that an iron supplement seems to be helping my RLS problem, might I be able to reintroduce a bowl of cereal to my night?
I’m too scared to try it, though. So oh well.