That runny nose I had yesterday has unfortunately exploded into runny nose, sore throat, and a bit of a fever. I went to bed at a reasonable-ish hour last night, but I woke up a while ago and couldn't sleep, so I decided to switch on Delilah and blog. The fact that I could then also complain to Kevin about how icky I feel and get sympathy was hardly a factor in my decision.
At least I haven't been alone and sick. Kate was with me for most but not all of the morning, and then Jeff and Alita came over, and we made pizza, and I tried not to get my germs all over everywhere. The pizza turned out extremely lovely, although Jeff's eyes were a bit bigger than his stomach; somehow he thought we could eat two rather large pizzas! Unfortunately I think our stomachs shrunk a bit over the two days of not eating, and we couldn't handle too much, although Jeff still polished off half of the first pizza.
Regardless of the food and how much we ate, it was really lovely to get together with friends to break our common fast. We all agreed that none of us would have made it through or without breaking (well, we all broke a little bit, but I think that's okay when it's 48 hours!) or gotten as much out of it if we had not known others were fasting with us. It's hard to explain why I did it. It felt right, and I think that feeling came from many sources, one of which was the fact that all the other things I can do against the war have very little effect, whereas this is something I can do myself, and although it doesn't have much effect in a practical sense, it does mean something to me and to Alita and to Jeff.
I feel walking around in the wind and rain was not a great idea for me, although I didn't feel too bad at the time. Yesterday there was the windy walk that Kate and I took around Green Lake and then the protest (which was, by the way, mentioned in the Seattle Times Friday), and today I made two trips down the hill to Ballard Market. (The second trip was because I think Kate must have accidentally made off with the mozzarella cheese I bought in the morning, and I hadn't gotten enough anyway, so I suppose it doesn't really matter.) So I think I probably won't go to braille class tomorrow; I'll try to sleep in and get well.
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