I had too much beer last night, and too little water, not enough dinner, and knew the risk. Or, rather, the certainty. Which at 2AM surely arrived. No regrets, only a physical misery that some cruel, perhaps wise, part of myself, hoped would reset my swirling brain. Slowly rehydrating, as soon as I was sure it wouldn't just reappear. Weak tea, dry crackers, I know the routine from the inevitable results of early (and occasionally misjudged later) experiments. I'm quite a cheap drunk. It's an easy line to cross, especially if I've already had a couple. Another inadequate night of sleep, though.
As I come out of it, I think it is working. Delayed my call to my mother, for one thing. Tonight, the first Ukelele class.
Had to scrub down to where it was bleeding, debridement of everything dead on top. Had to distract myself so that I could. I think I have made progress. Settling down, clearing away.
We are exploring a trip to one of the national parks north of us. Yellowstone, or Grand Tetons, but a few days into the wild, probably next spring. D enjoys making vacation plans, and does a great job of it. Thankfully, we always like the same sorts of vacations, never doing too much, experiencing beauty and wildness.
Tomorrow, more better.
4 comments:
Yellowstone is better and Yogi lives there. The Grand Tetons...ah...you've seen one, you've seen 'em all.
Yogi lived in Jellystone Park.
Yep, there is a definite difference in drinking beers on a blue night vs. on a festive night. I find that I can drink more on a happy night with little consequence the next day. Glad to hear you're feeling better, Z.
I know that the deep and dark must be gotten through, certainly, but here is to the more better soon.
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