With the ushering in of these new characters, I also find myself missing the days of Sheldon, Raj, Howard, Leonard and Penny sitting around, eating their usual takeout with their usual banter.
I read "Experience as It Once Was," by Roger Cohen (column, Oct. 11), in a paper edition of The Times that I bought at the gas station, while sitting at my usual spot at the counter at Rolando's Diner on Court Street, eating my usual Swiss cheese on toast served by my usual waitress, Michelle, and discussing the coming weekend weather with Patti, one of the owners.
The mice were eating their usual chow and exercising normally, but they were getting fat anyway.
Mr. Milch, seated in the 20th Century Fox commissary at lunchtime, was eating his usual lunch of steamed vegetables and fish.
One night, after eating his usual austere supper, with his sisters, of chicken broth, white rice, salad and milk pudding, the President fainted when he stood up to go to bed.
Bored of eating the usual green salad?
When I resumed eating my usual breakfast, the weight came off.
About three days after our ʻlandlordʼ had vanished, as we were eating our usual dinner of leftover curry, there was a pounding on the front door.
The onset of degedege/likonde was variously described as gradual, with initial signs including high fever and excessive crying, or as very rapid, with the first symptom being a seizure: "A child will be playing, eating as usual, and all of a sudden develops jerky movement (kushtuka), the whites of the eyes will then protrude.
