Ah, sun. I'm lounging outside in the grass above my cabin on an old, striped blanket. I'm in a wonderful tanktop and shorts and Watson is "wapsing" (In Adam's terms) all over me. I'll probably end up with a lopsided sunburn because of him. Oh well. 🙂 I'm happily adjusted to my thicker liquid diet.… Continue reading Not by Bread Alone: Day 17/40