Nothing too exciting today; an all-leftover bento. The last of the spaghetti and tomato sauce left over after the meatballs were eaten. The broccoli my wife made herself last night while I was carousing with my colleague and drinking expensive rye. Fajita vegetables from the Mexican food we ordered last Friday. The sweet potato we baked… I don’t even want to know how long ago. A week, at least. But it wasn’t moldy yet, so into the bento it goes.