Hunger.

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I had asked a friend to deliver food.  I have been unable to cook, or otherwise eat what is available.  I had not heard word, so by 16:00, had gone on to bed.  However, in the off chance he would deliver food, without texting his imminent arrival, I set out cash and hoped he would know to put the food in the fridge.  Well, also, as an option, so he wouldn't feel required to jawbone with me for an half hour to hour.

I know, you know, and he knows, that such is not required.  But, we always end up jabbering for a while, a long while.  I do enjoy the talks, but as mentioned, don't require them if that doesn't... seem to translate.  Anyway.  I left... another option open.  And, certainly, he took that option.  All good.  I was just pleased to have food!

He must have texted shortly after delivering the food.  I was absolutely famished!  Though sleeping, my hunger hadn't left.  I must have heard the text, somewhere back in there, and turned.  I don't remember hearing the text at all.  Still, less than a minute after the text was received, I rolled and checked the phone, and there was I informed food was here, in the fridge.

I dropped, as if a bird flying a controlled fall from the sky, brought out some of the food, that which was to be eaten.  So very hungry, but I wanted to... savor.  Yea?  Shut up.  Anyway... I set the meal out, arranged everything, delaying the meal, hoping to slow it.  Oh dear me, when it started... I inhaled it.  Couldn't do other.

So hungry, surprised I didn't get a bit of tongue in with it, at least some blood if no chunks.  Must have been terrifying, if one were to behold.  Scarf?  Of another sort.  There was money not taken.  Still, I wished to check, to ensure there had been enough.  And to thank.  I try not to be so complete, in thought, yet that is how it is when I am in this frosted thought land. I am still quite in the death zone, merely at a lower camp.  Anyway... dinner was served.

Perhaps, now, I can go back to bed for a bit.  I will check the rabbits the next time I arise.  Absolutely crashing.  Good... night?  Or something.  Oh... I did get insulin in.  I will now get night meds in.  Good night for a bit or longer.  Or more likely a lot longer.  I should have slept around 10:00, so pushing to 16:00... and things are... wrong.  Goodnight.