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(Margaret Bumbalo called this morning and invited me over for supper this evening. I got to room 330 at 1:05. The staff people had had a lunch of chicken wings and pizza, which I’d told them to order, treat on me. The pizza was delicious, but it turned out that the wings were prepared with a hot sauce, meaning hot peppers, that not everyone could enjoy, Jane and I among them. Jane brought in two slices of pizza—so I forgot to bring them home with me at 7:05 PM tonight....

(She wanted to be turned on her side at 4:25, in an unusual request for her—and that’s when I found the roll of tape that had been so aggravating since 1:10 PM. I massaged Oil of Olay into her feet, legs, arms and hands and neck. She ate well after I’d had a nap. Steve and Tracy called, and Jane said she’d see them. Jane ate well for supper. I left at 7:05 after going through the prayer but once with her. Lorrie and Cathy came in to do her dressings, cutting the prayer short. Jane called me at about 9:50, for the first time in a long while. Margaret’s supper was delicious.)

Sunnily rendered, dizzy and delicious,

[...] The food was delicious — until two pieces of chicken became lodged in my throat as I talked. [...]

Delicious anatomy —

[...] The supper was delicious, and afterward John and I had an interesting conversation ranging over a number of subjects. [...]

[...] The food was delicious. [...]

Sometimes you are deliciously frightened by a horror program, for example. [...]

[...] She’d soon wakened from that first delicious snoring.

[...] But it all tasted delicious. [...]

[...] A crust of bread was far more delicious to me than any piece of cake, however well-frosted, had ever been in lives before.

Though this criss-crossed fleshmesh
Tastes like peach and feels like peach fuzz,
All utterly mergings of gold and green and red,
Sunnily rendered, dizzy and delicious,
Still, touching it with eyes is like peering
Through a fence
With wires cunningly connected,
A million to an inch.

The inner senses have a strong immediacy, a delicious intensity that your outer senses lack. [...]

[...] The inner senses have a strong immediacy, a delicious intensity that your outer senses lack. [...]

[...] There are endless variations of peace to be ultimately explored, to be held in delicious abeyance, to be savored by each consciousness there, no matter how great or small, like the knowledge of a fine wine or a rich dessert still to come….