phil ringnalda

While I can’t really recommend starving yourself down to the point of dishrag soup and pantry sweepings (too tired from being sick to shop), the feeling you get when you finally have something edible to eat is almost worth it. Didn’t make up for having to go shopping during a holiday weekend in a fogged in coastal resort town (“It’s foggy and cold – let’s go to the store and get in Phil’s way!”), but still a sweet feeling, and nice to appreciate it as something unusual. Now, to get something done. Or perhaps a nap.