metaphorical surfeit of salt

Where the hell is my salt shaker? Sometimes my roommate Fabrizio moves things to "teach me a lesson". If there are too many dirty dishes, he might make a towering edifice out of them to illustrate their number. Or if things are deemed in his way, he might move them to inconvenient places for me. You get the idea. Now the salt is gone. Was there somehow too much salt, metaphorically? My food now lives in a bland, desolate wasteland.

Yared has a layover in Columbus tomorrow night, so I'm meeting him at the airport to do a few hours of math before we fall asleep. Caffeine, don't fail me now!

Reading: Pilgermann by Russell Hoban