I stood by the counter, and took things slowly, as I nibbled on pretzels and ginger cookies and drank ginger ale while I brought out some chicken broth and some rice. I was going to do an egg, but just didn't feel up to it.
It seemed easier to just dump some rice into the boiling broth. As I think about it, it probably wasn't a good assessment to make. The egg would have even been quicker.
Oh well. On top of everything else, my head feels fogged. I can't imagine my diet of the last few days is helping much.
I am back in bed. Probably will try to sleep here soon.
The good news in all of this is that my sourdough starter survived its refrigerator slumber of a couple of weeks. I was so happy to see it alive.
I just put it back to sleep, possibly for another couple of weeks. It will depend on when I next need bread combined with an ability to make it. The way I am eating it currently, that might be a good couple of weeks.
My eyes are wanting to shut, but before they do, I am going to get up one last time to brush my teeth. I so do not want to.
My eyes closed. I stopped moving.
I could so easily fall asleep.
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An hour later, I discovered I did just that.
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