Day Six

I feel fabulous. Sure, it could have something to do with the fact that it is Saturday and I slept for nine hours, but maybe, just maybe, it's the raw-food bonanza. Maybe I'm starting to get some of that living energy the raw foodist rave about. I wonder if I'm glowing. I should wake up my husband right now and see if he notices a certain radiance about me. His reaction will surely be just what I'm looking for...like that of a 1950s' drama; he will sweep me into his arms,in a Spencer Tracy/Katharine Hepburn embrace and whisper, "Yes, darling. You look positively marvelous, so glad you finally purged all of that unwanted fecal matter."