12:14pm – At work. Still just drinking OJ. I’m no longer watering it down, though, so it tastes a little better. I’m not a big juice fan in general, so I’m probably not enjoying OJ as much as I could be. I didn’t bring any soup with me to work, so I won’t be having any until dinner tonight. I can’t wait! Once I’ve started eating soup, it’s only a matter of time before I’m back to my usual McDonald’s and/or steak and potatoes for every meal regimen. Just kidding! I haven’t eaten at McDonald’s for a couple of years and I haven’t had steak for over 15 years. I’m not a barbarian.
6:43pm – I just had a bowl of vegetable soup that would probably taste anywhere from bland to normal to other people, but to me it tasted like one of Proust’s Madeleine’s. I hadn’t realized how ready I was for something savory (other than the sea dregs of the salt water flush). I followed the soup with a clementine. And if the soup tasted like Proust’s Madeleine, the clementine tasted like it had come from a tree watered with G-d’s own delicate tears of happiness over the end of war on earth.
