We slept in today and then went and ate at the Venetian breakfast buffet. The three danishes, omelette, bacons (on purpose I didn't disclose the number, but it was plural), strawberries, and freshly squeezed oj was enough to roll me into the car.
Clever me, though. I just started my fast a little earlier, and by the end of the night (post-stake dance), I felt hungry just as if I had skipped dinner per usual.
I am always sad to come back to reality (not our people, but the chores), because Austin's first sentence home was, "Well, I guess I'd better blow the leaves off the pool cover."
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