I am beat. Like, I know what they mean when they say that. Like, I am feeling dead on my feet. Whooooeee but what a run.
I won’t talk about it much now.
But one realization is that people are primates, and like primates (or other animals in any zoo, really), we need something physical to keep us occupied if we’re stuck indoors — which we often are.
Several of the collective habitations I visited in the last few days have had some form of physical entertainment. One had olympic rings hanging from the ceiling that were fun to swing on. Another had a skate ramp in the 3rd floor kitchen that was fun to run up and down and jump on — drew on it some.
The other realization is that I am friggin tired! I have been burning the candle at both ends, as my Papa likes to say, but really? Underweight, certainly, but why? <sigh>
It’s too complicated and I don’t trust the medical industry much. Anyone know of a healer who can offer an opinion for trade?
From Swords to Plowshares 