September 27th, 2020

caillebotte_man at his window

Reset Thirteen, Day Three

My stomach was trying to kill me all day Saturday. Perhaps the sudden return to daily donuts, orange juice, and half-and-half in my tea was too much for it. Or maybe I've just got an ulcer. Or stomach cancer. Whatever it is, I felt crappy all day and still feel crappy tonight. I haven't had dinner, though I do feel a bit hungry in spite of the ongoing discomfort. I'm thinking I might just make a peanut butter sandwich, since I've got fresh bread. I might not even toast it. It's been a long time since I've had an un-toasted peanut butter sandwich.

Another reason for an un-toasted peanut butter sandwich is that last night I popped another crown off of a molar. I've just about run out of molars to chew with, and must rely on front teeth for chewing as well as biting. A nice, soft sandwich would be pretty easy to eat— well, as compared to just about anything else. I'm not sure how I'm going to get through all the crunchy snacks I've got on hand. I've got chips, and almonds, and Chex mix, and some other stuff that demands some vigorous mastication. Not to mention the rest of my New York Super Fudge Chunk ice cream, and a Trader Joe's pound-plus dark chocolate with almonds bar. Life just keeps getting more challenging.

It's getting hotter each day again, and tonight is when the wind is supposed to come up. So far all I feel is a soft breeze, but it's supposed to get up to 18 mph, coming from the NNW. I don't think there's much fire in that direction right now, and if none gets started the air shouldn't be too bad. The air quality web site is saying it's good right now, and will be moderate later today. I certainly hope so. I especially hate coughing when my stomach hurts.

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