but i am glum.  i got up yesterday morning with a hankering to drive to the local outlet mall, some 50 miles away, because why not, where else is there?  i drove down there singing in the car, very like, and stopped for a late breakfast at a “family restaurant.” it appears i was attempting food again.  possibly not such a good idea?  i then went to said mall (it’s a real, old fashioned mall, outdoors) and had barely set foot in the saks outlet when i realized i needed a “restroom” pronto.  this is an outlet mall, mind, which has no restrooms in the stores, but only large airport-like stall chambers at strategic points along the concourses.  luckily i was not far and i talked myself into making it there in time, where i paused for about half an hour in a cold sweat and dire straits.  50 miles from home.  long story short, after another limited, similarly aborted attempt a store, i asked myself what i was doing there, called it quits and drove back home, took to my bed and slept for the rest of the afternoon.  and that was my shopping outing. i wasn’t going to buy anything anyway.

so much for eating again, says i.  i made my humble vegetable dinner and this morning i had some of the bread toasted, with peanut butter, and it seems fine.  what was that, i wonder?  i am limited now to lembas?