I’m posting tonight so that everyone can see that I haven’t lost the ability to type. Kimberly is feeling exploited because she has posted the last four posts in a row. She seems to be deaf to my pointing out that she is the one who decided we had to post every day. Apparently, the option of just not posting is not acceptable, and so it’s my responsibility to go write.
I, on the other hand, don’t feel like there’s much to write about. Today is primarily notable for the fact that I consumed TWO, count ’em two, cans of spacefood, thanks to the handy dandy pump. Both were diluted with water, and the pump allowed me to adjust the flow rate so that they went in over a period of hours. Despite this, I’m still not where I want to be in terms of calories today, so I’m hooked up as I write this.
While I spent the day hooked up, Kimberly spent most of the day out in the garden. The Seattle weather-guessers were wrong again, and the expected thunderstorms failed to show. She did yeowomanly duty pulling up weeds and trimming the hedge along the front walk. During breaks in my feeding, I went out to help, pulling up dandelions and sweeping up.
Tomorrow I have another rehab appointment, earlier than I would like. I’ll have to get up early, which means I should go to sleep soon. Which may be problematic, since I’m already feeling uncomfortably full, and I have a lot more to drain down my tube tonight. Besides missing tastes and smells and the feel of solid food in my gut, I’ve gotten to the point where the thing I’m missing most about regular eating is the ability to not have to think about it very much.