Stress intensified the hunger of fasting today. Stressful day at work and I was about to gnaw my own arm off. I don't get headaches anymore though. When eating on a normal schedule, hunger makes me irritable. That's not the case these days. I'm not bouncing off the wall with jovial energy, but I'm not any grumpier than normal.
I keep thinking I should have some sort of mantra for myself when I'm conscious of the hunger. Nothing's come to me yet.
If I continue with this blogging, here's a sneak preview of what's to come after the fast: turning trampoline into a ...
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I still say "sleep is the poor man's food" that your Dad taught you when I get hungry at night. I know you hate it, but strangely it has stuck with me all these years.
I load your page every single day, but today is the first time I've seen any posts since the last haiku. I wonder why the browser has been living off the cache for so long...
Interesting, Dave, you going along with this. I asked an Iranian friend I worked with a few years ago a lot of questions about Ramadan, but I didn't try it out. Two odd things still stick in my mind about it -- no brushing of teeth bothered me, and it must suck when it falls in the long days of summer instead of the short days of winter!
I used to feel largely impervious to hunger, but those days are gone, and I miss them a lot.
It's good to (finally) see you are writing!
Huzzah! Willy's joined the mix. Jeff, I've had that phrase about sleep rolling around in my head too. If it weren't for that pesky job, I think I'd be taking naps in the afternoon.
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