Yesterday, we went out at noontime to pick up the usual weekly groceries, down in Macungie at the Nice Weis. By the end of the day, my stomach was upset and I didn't know what I'd done to deserve it. I got through the night without regurgitating anything, and in the morning PG and I made out another shopping list. Time for a bland diet, at least for a few days.
This time, we went to the nearby Giant, because I knew it carries Vernor's, and ginger ale was one of the items on the list. By the middle of the day, PG had made a pot of chicken soup and a bowl of applesauce with cinnamon. We also had fresh bananas, a box of Rice Krispies, and a loaf of Sara Lee Butter Bread for toast, which is the "T" in a BRAT bland diet.
Back home, I napped deeply enough that vivid dreams occurred, none of which I can remember now. Other passive activities: watched the first half hour of Harold and Maude; read chapter 2 of Surrounded on Three Sides, a book first published in 1958 with pop culture references like Norman Vincent Peale and radio-TV columnist John Crosby, both of whom are forgotten today. I got them, though, and even look forward to digging for more information if the author drops a name unfamiliar to me.
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