When too much of a good thing is too much
On Friday evening, some friends stopped by to see how I was doing and ended up hanging out and listening to music and dancing. They left at around 2AM. Then pretty much the same group reappeared on Saturday morning for breakfast and never left until late last night. It was porch hanging, dancing, champagne, kick up your heels – and wave to all the festival goers – but here it is Sunday morning and it feels more like a lost weekend – so beautiful outside, but I’m still chained to the inside – body craving a bike ride, a walk, and instead at 5AM this morning when I woke and fed the dogs and started walking Loca in that just before dawn pitch blackness at around 6AM, I was suddenly struck with a bad case of Eli – after I crossed the footbridge, I turned around and came home. It didn’t feel good being out in the dark – could be good intuition but also could just as easily have been self imposed Eli from having spent an almost 24-hour period having a little too much fun and not enough rest and relaxation – which is what my body craved and my mind needed – or wait, maybe it needed a blow out – hard to tell.