Teeth

I feel much better now.

I've been having some problems with my appetite lately, i.e., it didn't exist. So I'd go for twenty-four hours — or on one memorable occasion, more like sixty — without eating, and then when I started to feel queasy I would eat something, whereupon I would become ill. If I was lucky I might at least enjoy eating it, but more often no. Anyway, yesterday lilairen pointed out to me that this is fairly standard starvation-response, which I suspected, and that one deals with starvation-response much the same way one deals with flu, which I didn't. Clear liquids, then solids when the stomach agrees to play nice. So I had some chicken soup.

In the last two weeks or so that's the only meal I've had that didn't make me sick.

And eating gave me the fortitude to delete the 879 words I had written day before yesterday, because they were all absolute crap and they didn't get any better when I reread them. The 861 words I wrote yesterday are far superior, and they fixed some problems I was having at the end of chapter three, so it's all good.

( Here, have some blithering. )