Jeff was sick again this week (for the third time since this fall!), and yesterday it was especially bad. I stayed over at his apartment as much as I could, to take care of him, and he pretty much stayed in bed all day. Most unusually for him, he had trouble finishing his oatmeal in the morning, and he ate nothing all day. He drank liquids (orange juice, herbal tea, hot lemonade), and in the evening he drank a bowl of chicken stock. Not even chicken noodle soup, just chicken stock.
I took advantage of this anomalous state of affairs to order a medium-sized mushroom pizza and eat three-quarters of it, to Jeff's amazement. It was refreshing to eat in front of him yet not to see most of the food vanish into his gaping maw.
Ai Ling says:
I'm surprised that didn't make you sick! I can't even manage more than three slices of pizza any more.