Pounding in the breeze.

This was a day without whack. Not in a good way. I woke up past nine, and couldn't do much of anything. I'm in a position where being out of whack like that - can't get to the gym, can't be productive, can feed and clothe myself and that's about it - isn't so debilitating. It's mostly frustrating and disappointing.

It's not without any signs or portents. There was the Gala last Wednesday, and the Seders were Friday and Saturday nights - plus adding having to stay up late finishing laundry on Sunday, it all makes sense. Not that staying up late right now is of much help in the grand scheme of things. But I want to say that I did PT, and I've got herbal tea, and I'm feeling closer to having my feet underneath me for the first time in a few days. So I'll do what I can to keep this feeling going.