Day 15 and 16 (salt, turkeys and basketball)

I made it up to CT to visit my family.  I was out of bed yesterday at 4:30 AM so I could catch an early morning flight to Providence.  I thought I was organized (really?) but of course I left the house without making anything for breakfast.  We turned around and I gathered cherries (because you know I am a hunter-gatherer now) and ran out the door.  Oops.... no protein.  So naive me thought sure they'll have hard boiled eggs somewhere at the airport.  Ah.... no.....  I did manage to find a place that had scrambled eggs.  However, when I opened up the container the eggs were slathered with seasoned salt.  Have I mentioned that there is no salt on the Paleo Diet? 
The flight was uneventful. I arrived in Providence and my mom picked me up at the airport.  She had to go to work, as did I, so I dropped her off at work and continued on to my childhood home.  Of course it's around lunchtime and all I've had so far is scrambled eggs covered with salt and a bottle of very expensive water from the airport.  Bless my mom's heart that she stopped at the grocery store before picking me up and bought some salad stuff and fruit and eggs.  But bummer... no meat.  So there is a lonely package of sliced chicken breast in the fridge.  Oh well... have you ever read the ingredients on packaged deli meat?  I think salt is the number one ingredient, followed by sugar.  I had a couple sliced because my only option is a slice of knockwurst (oh gross) and a slice of ham (can you say salt?).  I also made a little salad and I ate the cherries I gathered from home (the Florida home).
Later I was wandering about the house trying to find more Paleo food to eat and I look out the window and there are these two strange birds by the bird feeder outside.  Big birds...  then a few more come by... what kind of birds are they?  Then two big old birds come by and I realize they are turkeys!  Wow, wild turkeys in the backyard.  I wonder what wild turkeys taste like...  I wonder if I could shoot one (darn there are no guns in the house) ...  I wonder how hard it would be to clean a wild turkey.  If I lived up here, it would be perfect... wild turkey, bunnies (I've seen a bunch of rabbits in the yard), deer (yes they roam around the backyard too)... all Paleo food!  Woo Hoo!
I digress (or regress).  At any rate, after the shock of seeing the turkey wears off, I retreat to my temporary cave office and work until the rest of the clan arrives home so we can go venture off to see the Connecticut Sun play basketball.  I love women's basketball.  Of course, we didn't plan very well and didn't eat anything before going to the arena.  I told my mom that I would find something.  I lied (sorry Mom).  I don't think there was a vegetable to be found in the whole arena.  And can you say processed meat?  So I got a hot dog and salted peanuts (man, there is that salt again).  Needless to say, I woke up this morning and my feet and hands had swollen up to the size of small balloons.  Salt is evil.  I've managed to avoid any added salt today but my swolleness has persisted.  Maybe tomorrow will be a better day (or I could call in sick and go sailing -- I'm sure that would make the swelling go down!).....