My own body - it's what's for dinner

And breakfast and lunch. Nearly 48 hours of fasting have gone by, and I feel remarkably alert but definitely weak and low energy.

The night brought me the passive pleasure of time passing sans consciousness, but thankfully no odd dreams or visions of ice cream topped with whipped cream and caramel. Or of pumpkin pie. I've had this craving for pumpkin pie ever since about the 20th hour.

Yesterday was made easier, perhaps, by the rain. I spent nearly all day in bed, either reading or sleeping, listening to the rain falling as Robert Langdon tried to save the Vatican from getting blown up by antimatter (he did).

Only about 25 hours left.