Let's see, I haven't eaten since midnight on Sunday so that makes 58.5 hours of foodlessness.
(unless you count the teriyaki sauce I licked off of my nose when I begged Z to put a morsel there so I could smell it's savory lusciousness and he accidently (?) bonked me in the nostril with it! Yum!! bless you boy..)
It's actually going OK. I still feel fit and strong and my stomach has only growled a couple of times. I am THINKING about food alot though. Things like what will be my first full meal when all this ends Saturday morning?
PS: Heard this quote today and LOVE it:
"Be still and it will roll at your feet in ecstasy.." - Kafka.
( I believe he was referring to the universe.)
Ooooooooo, I like that word...ecstasy...