Time to peruse old posts: Because I'm not taking time to WRITE any. I was searching for new poems by 
Ledum 200cc
Thanks for the tip!
Lactose and sucralose are in most of the WHP homeopathic remedies. I'm not sure I can get away with those. I had hoped (so devoutly!) that I might "outgrow" the intolerance to gluten, dairy, and egg, but after being struck with a gluten hangover, I asked Miles about that bowl of soup he'd left behind. Rather than feed it to the spoiled dog, I ate it. Oops. Turns out Miles had dipped his bread in the soup. That's it! That's all it took! I didn't even get to savor a single bite of bread and butter (oh how I miss it). The malaise of the soup with microscopic wheat crumbs would have been far worse had I actually dared to take a bite of bread. (How tempting it is!)
Even things "processed in the same facility" as wheat, dairy, and eggs can be troublesome.
So I look out the window at the April rain,
Wondering when Owasco will write again.
Ooh, here's a poem you might remember from college:
"Western wind, when will thou blow
the small rain down can rain?
Christ, if my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!"
"Westron wynde, when will thou blow,/The smalle raine downe can raine./Crist, if my love were in my armas/And I in my bedde agine!"
RE: Never