Luck

If you see me driving too fast today, don't worry.  I think I'm covered. We got Chinese food Sunday night.  I love Chinese food on Sunday nights.  For some odd (or maybe purposeful) reason, we got piles of fortune cookies.  I have been eating them all week, consuming promises of health, love, friendship, and prosperity -- fortified with lucky numbers.  They are better than vitamins.  How many lucky numbers can a person have before they become blase?  (I don't know how to get the accent above the "e" in this program.) And how is luck regulated in a world where so many people eat Chinese food?  Is regulated luck an oxymoron?  Tommy had wonton soup.  I just found out in the February issue of Saveur that "wonton" comes from the Chinese phrase swallowing clouds.  Who needs luck when there is cloud soup?