Waiting for My Turn

I am hungry, man, but K is in the kitchen cooking herself an actual meal, and our kitchen does not support two independent meals being prepared at once. Seeing her start the W8 Watching is a little like a window into what I must have been like when I started. My entry into it now is a whole other thing, since I can't do anything seriously until my tummy calms completely down. Today was a pretty good day, so tomorrow I'm going to try taking the vitamins again. If that's good, I'll put the calcium pills back after a few days. I won't be trying any new foods until next weekend at the soonest.

I had an extremely quiet day today, which was fine by me, because my recent tummy travails have worn me out a bit. We did some food shopping, I watched TV -- lots of Gene Kelly on today, yum -- and I read. That's my outlook for tonight, too.

R is out of Mexico, currently holding over in Charlotte until her flight home later this evening. I can stop worrying about kidnappers now.

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