Day 15 --- Pretty normal day

Day 15 --  A pretty normal day

Today day 15 came and went without much fan fare.

I was up early after a good night sleep.  I spent the day working on different things, emails, some mild car stuff, and working on the motorhome.

As much as we love our motorhome, or caravan for our UK friends, it has been treated badly at the mechanic who was supposed to fix it.  They truly did much more harm than good.  I've been fighting with the water pump that they either put 24 volts through, or tried to run on 6 volts.  Neither is correct. I need to look at the pictures to calculate the voltage to know for sure.

I felt fine, albeit a bit tired yesterday.  I had some decaf espresso in the morning and my BLT (bacon, leek, and tomato) soup broth.  A great combination.

I noticed that I wasn't particularly hungry during the day, so I turned to water for most of the day.  That seemed to be just fine.  But in the latter part of the day, about 5:30 or 6:00 PM, I left to do a bit of parts finding at the store and also to do some grocery shopping as well.  I was doing pretty well and then all of a sudden, I started getting really hungry.  I was in the hardware store and bought a bottle of water to tide me over until I got home.  That seem to quench it pretty well.

But then came the grocery store.  Perhaps I should have seen it coming but I didn't.  Much of the food looked fascinating to me.  I looked at much of it a bit perplexed, like seeing a picture of an old friend.  I found myself remembering the flavors and textures of each item as one would remember experiences from days gone by with an old roommate.

Then it hit.  Wow, did it ever.  I was really crazy hungry.  I was feeling a bit light headed too.  I decided to treat myself to a cold sparkling mineral water.  But there was none.  What were they thinking not stocking this is the refrigerated section?  UK friends, you have to remember that I was raised in a country where every beverage is hot or cold, with the only exception being red wine, and perhaps some whiskeys and tequilas.  I found what seemed like the most exotic cold water that I could find.  It sounded amazing.  From the Big Island of Hawaii, where we have spent some good times.  Rain water rushing down the slopes of Maunaloa by the town of Hilo.  It sounded splendid.  I remembered the sweet smell of plumeria and the smiling, tan faces of locals.  I opened the square shaped, extra large bottle and was ready to feel it satisfy my hunger.  But sadly, it didn't taste like Hawaii.  It tasted like water.  Regular water.  I drank heartily to fill my stomach be assured that I would be fine.  But I wasn't.

I drove home, at least 20 minutes, perhaps more, famished.  I walked in super light headed.  My sweet bride was there to greet me and she quickly served me some broth that I had warm and ready to serve.  It was "red hot" sausages, (not really red hot at all), cooked with rainbow chard, onions, and carrots.  I didn't really matter what it was.  It was warm sustenance.  I drank it down and still did not feel well.  Suzy served another mug to me and finally after about 30 minutes, the nutrients hit my blood stream.  I was finally feeling better.  Thanks be to God.

I went to bed early and slept well throughout the night.

HEY!! This is the half-way mark!!
Here's tomorrow's post...
http://30daybrothfast.blogspot.com/2013/09/day-16-officially-half-way-there.html