Went to work today and seem to be none the worse for wear. I felt a bit more fatigued than usual, but not by much, and was able to provide the services I am supposed to without mishap. As long as the sugar from the maple syrup is running through my veins, I am fine. Stocked up on more lemons, the organic variety this time, and already went through a 64 ounce jug of syrup - still a very cheap grocery bill this week and next.
I've been expecting an epiphany of sorts - maybe it's too early in the process. Perhaps around day 12, after I'm finished with this phase and move on to paying close attention to what I put in my body. I can deal with that.
Started reading Little Chapel on the River by Gwendolyn Bounds, non-fiction, her account of how her life changed when she least expected it, in ways she least expected, by hanging out with the regulars at a neighborhood bar in a Garrison, New York, in 2001 - yes, that September 11th. Love the theme, love the characters - and that label is very apropos for these real-life folks - love the slower pace of her life out there in the boonies. One of the reviewers said about it - "A so superbly woven tale that putting it down would cause heartache." I wouldn't mind having my writing described that way someday.
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