Today, then, is the two day mark. Morning came and "glug-glug." Gross. Water in the morning--blah.
Breakfast time--a few more glugs. Not bad.
I lugged my jug around the house as I finished up packing for the Feast, as I walked to the mailbox, as I took Sam's suits to the cleaners.
By lunchtime, I had what seemed to be a half gallon left. Not too shabby! That wasn't too hard--a half more to go.
I toted the jug with me to voice lessons, taking a gulp here and there.
Suddenly, it hit me. I raced down three flights of stairs to get to the only bathroom I knew of at the school. It makes sense--you put a half gallon in, it's gotta go somewhere.
Back to voice lessons. A few more sips. I swished my way home, reaching for the jug at every stop sign.
Dinner time. I looked at my jug. That's funny. It doesn't look like I've had much since lunch. I realized that these gallon jugs are deceptive! Notice, the top is narrow--so after just a few gulps, it appears you've had a lot. But as it gets closer to the bottom, the wider the jug gets--taking you longer to "make a dent."
So here I am, staring at my water jug, with a seemingly endless bottomful. While it doesn't seem to be going down any, with each swig, I can feel it getting lighter and lighter.
I'm expecting my night to be full of tip-toeing to the bathroom. But if it means a headache-free Atonement, it's more than worth it.
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