My Thursday was jam-packed with super awesome sauce. Tunga and I built a fire at night, and even made it to bed by midnight. I awoke at 4 a.m., starving, so came downstairs to eat a banana. By 4:30 a.m., my body was rejecting everything, not allowing anything to stay in, nor anything to enter.
The only blessing to the day was that the temperatures dropped, so the cool breezes coming through the windows were like medicine. (Note: I realize the bug posted here is some sort of Japanese Beatle swimming in a pool, but he was what was triggering my insides yesterday).
At 9 p.m., when I checked my computer and 286 emails awaited me, I boded to The Great Whatever that is why I'm exhausted. It never ends. Our quick-fingered, lap-topped world makes everything an emergency needing immediate attention. I went all day without cellphone or laptop, simply because I couldn't handle any more ugly in my day. I postponed it until I was ready to handle it. I now am dreaming of weeks, if not months, without fast-paced, technological urgency.
The other good news is that even after a day in bed, I was out like a light by 10 p.m. sleeping until 6 a.m. this morning. I'm waking up to what I'm calling a Lebanon-Reservoir camp day. The sky is gray, the trees are blowing, there's a light rain, and it's chilly. Yet, the birds are singing. Reminds me of June days looking out at the lake, hoping the sun would come out so we could play baseball of swim.
My brother-in-law Mike and nephew Dylan are on their way, as we have Yankee tickets for Memorial Day, and adventures are being placed into gear.
There is no day worse, however, than when you are trying to vomit out an empty stomach and a migraine throws lighting to your eye sockets, forehead, and brain. I rarely, rarely get sick like that (except on the odd occasion my body realizes "you actually have time to get sick," and sick I get).
Ugh. The bug.
But today it is squashed and there's much to do.
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