|I'm so hungry I could eat my shoes.|
When you're fasting you want to take showers every day, which thanks to my defective alarm clock, I didn't get to do. There's a couple of reasons for this. One, as the fast goes on, you get increasingly cold. I'm not too cold yet, but I've been wearing a sweater all the time, that's for sure. Two, especially in the earlier days of the fast, your body is dumping toxins out through your skin AND your sense of smell is increasingly sharp. So, basically, I could smell myself all day. I will be honest and say that it is not pleasant. Now, the people around me didn't mention anything (politeness? Or are their noses not as keen as mine is right now?). Regardless, it bothered me from time to time throughout the day.
Teaching at Clayton Community was really great. I knew a lot of people in the congregation... a lot of old friends, my former youth pastor, one of my middle school teachers. It was a good time, and it was fun to sign books afterwards and get to meet some new friends and talk to old ones. Afterward Rick offered to buy me lunch and then got frustrated that I'm not eating and said, "It's really awkward that you're not eating. I keep wanting to say, 'Are you sure you don't want anything?'"
Then I ended up back at the airport, headed back down to the summer project conference in Cali so I can be there to say farewell to our young missionaries and give some feedback on the conference. Which means buying juice here at the airport. I looked around for a bit and then bought some juice. Or rather, I bought a smoothie. On accident. Which led me to the question, "Does drinking a smoothie count as eating something?" I certainly hope not. I guess the five dollar price tag should have clued me in, but it is, after all, an airport.
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