Day 49
15 hours of sleep still left me with fatigue and muscle ache.Chopper busied himself with trike maintenance, which was much needed after all the mud and rain we had put them through. He made his very first adventure trip on his own into the local market to get some fresh vegetables and fruits. Like a caring mother hen, he offered to cook lunch since I was very much bed-bound. He might be a great Mexican food chef but never ask him to cook noodles or anything Asian. With my diminished appetite, the burned noodles with uncooked vegetables was very unappetizing, while Chopper inhaled the whole pot. Being an invalid, I now retain a normal and sane view on the food without being biased by hunger.