Nearly there, now.
Remarkably, despite having spent the last few days bathing, sleeping, and eating, I appear to be losing weight in Doha. How is that even possible? I'm not running. Hell, I'm hardly walking. Then again, I am eating a lot better- real food, identifiable food, food that looks like what it started out as. Maybe that's the trick of it- food that looks like food, as opposed to food that I'm taking on faith as food.
I'm off to bed, to watch more Bollywood and work on my sock. If I have to be waiting to go home, this is not at all a bad way to do it.
