I Should Have Something to Say ... Or Eat

I finally finished a book, go me, the Bill Bryson Shakespeare book, which I enjoyed, because I'm into Shakespeare and I like Bryson's writing, so why not? I'm back reading on the device, although now it's the iPhone, and I like it again, but Faulkner has not been released as ebooks yet, so I'm putting that off for awhile. (Yes, I have a copy of the book right here. Leave me alone.)

My visit to the nutritionist went well, I think. My 11:30 appointment started only a moment or two late, and was supposed to be an hour long, but I looked at my watch when I left and it was 1:15. She found me amusing *blush* and we just kept on talking. She was nicely prepared with all kinds of Crohn's information on hand, and went over a booklet with me to help me see that yes, there is stuff that I can still eat. She was even familiar with the bento concept. So, I have some ideas to try and I need to keep a food/symptom diary and go back in three weeks.

I have not yet reached The Other Chai, whose father was supposed to have his hip replaced this week. I'm sure that all is well, though, and she is either visiting him in the hospital or rehab, or she is at the soulless mercy of her mother. Her father, at 80, still golfs and bowls, is tall and dignified, and carries himself with the air of someone who played football for Princeton years ago. (He was a penniless, fatherless Navy recruit from the Bronx with fantastic potential, and the USA put him into a special program to train officers at Ivy League colleges. And by the time he got out, the war was over. Good deal for him, eh?) Anyway, a lovely man; I hope he's well and I'm sure he is. His wife is just like Marie Barone from Everybody Loves Raymond, but not as easy to get along with. I'll try the O.C. later on this evening.

Once again today, I was toodling along in the car, on my way to the nutritionist, I think, and musing about how incredible it is just to feel okay. (I was also keeping an eye on the speedometer.) It is remarkable to me that I have long stretches of the day when nothing hurts, and that this makes me feel happy. (I mean, I know it would make anyone feel happy. It's just unfamiliar to me, and for a long time. Not that other things don't make me happy ... okay, whatever.) I could still take a nice long nap every day, but I didn't take one today at all. And I'm starting to wake up earlier, too.

Anyway, I don't know what to eat for dinner, I have to go see. K and I went out and picked up a few things before, and when I opened the back of the car to get the bags out, one of the bags fell over, and of course, it was the bag with the dozen eggs on top, so they were all over the driveway. Ick. And now, no eggs until tomorrow. I have to go over the stuff I got this morning and make a serious shopping list for Sunday. And start to *shudder* cook more. Or any.

Ah well.

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