For more than a month I have been eating bland food--that's when I've felt like eating anything at all. Saltine crackers, oatmeal, peaches & cottage cheese . . . But the last couple of days my appetite has begun to return. A colleague dropped off some loaves of bread from his favorite bakery the other day & toasted it was life-restoring. Tonight, Carole was up in Ottawa with our new dog Buckle getting her first scent detection certifications. She stopped at the Shawarma Palace for dinner & brought me a plain chicken shawarma sandwich. Real Food. It was late when she got home & I didn't want to tempt the nausea gods out of hiding, so I only ate a couple of bites. It is difficult for me to describe how good those bites of sandwich tasted. Singer Warren Zevon, then dying of cancer, in his last TV appearance with David Letterman, advised viewers to "enjoy every sandwich." It's a cliché, of course, a tossed off piece of carpe diem perfectly suited to Zevon's persona; but at the same time--& I tell you this now from personal experience--it is achingly true. I'm looking forward to eating my chicken shawarma sandwich for breakfast. Talk about a morale boost. Update: Eaten for breakfast.