The next day, my body needed a rest, so I hitched a ride into town with a fisherman, who dropped me off at a Laundromat with wifi (two birds with one stone!). I spent the day working on blog posts (14 uploaded that day!), applying for jobs (three applications in), and cleaning clothes. I walked back to my tent that evening and had a nice talk with my Dad. He inquired whether I was getting enough protein (trying to! I eat 1-2 blocks of tofu each week, canned beans, and peanut butter every day. I haven’t had eggs since Mama Raccoon ate my boiled eggs, but I can’t cook any without a stove anyway, so I’m doing the best I can), and whether I’m losing weight. Yes, I think I probably am. I could afford to lose some weight, so that’s fine, but I don’t want to lose too much weight to quickly, so I promised him I’d eat more. I just don’t feel hungry a lot of the time. Compared to being at home where eating is something I can always do (and often do out of boredom or habit), eating on the river is something that I have to remind myself to do. Skipping meals somehow happens occasionally (something I normally could not imagine), usually when I’m just too tired to do much more than set up my tent and collapse for the evening.
I’ve been texting with Jim Lewis, the man who brought me my contact lenses, about the water that accumulates in my boat by the end of the day. Trying to figure out its entry point. So that’s another worry.