In the parking lot across from the hotel where we are staying is a Wendy’s fast food restaurant. A. and I ate there last night, after we’d checked into our room and had gotten the cats settled. There is a book titled Letters to Wendy’s, by Joe Wenderoth, which I haven’t read in its entirety but which I have read certain pages of, and which I remember making a splash, or anyway being well-received, critically speaking, when it was first published in the early 2000s, around the time I was just starting to become interested in literature and in writing.