Well, I had to flush in the evening on Day 8 again, instead of the morning, because of an early morning appointment. So, something strange. I was going to blog today that my tongue remained pink throughout the fast. Alas, that is not the case. On Day 8, my tongue has turned white. This can’t be goodness, because that means this fast goes beyond Day 10. It takes like 3 or 4 days to get it pink again. I’m not craving anything specifically, but I am looking forward to getting off the fast so I can sushi and Indian food and pie and chocolate cake and ice-cream. In different sittings, not all at once, obviously.
Oh yeah, the city we live in has some weird strange parking rules. They don’t bother posting them, you know, on the street, or anything. No, you learn the rules by getting tickets. Apparently, in winter time, regardless of the weather (we haven’t had any snow to speak of), you have to park on one side of the street or the other. So last night, a whole bunch of cars, including Aimee’s, got $10 tickets for parking on the wrong side of the street. We’re going to fight it obviously, because you can’t just ticket people for some hidden rule/law, this isn’t Soviet Russia, sheesh.
Obviously, because in Soviet Russia car tickets you.