I'm still recovering, so this will be brief.
I just realized I've had another firm smack from life saying "accept gratitude".
Last night I went for a ride. It was a bit cool, but not bad and only should have been about 40 miles round trip.
I headed out, had a fairly glorious time, found some places to go back to. However, I was Waaaaaaaaaay in the woods and it was getting progressively colder. There was a place I could have stopped and begged mercy, I didn't.
In short I shuddered for an extra 30/40 miles back to campus.
I also ate some microwave food. Boo. People were getting on my nerves in the house. I bitched. Karma.
So I passed out knowing id feel It in the morning. And I did, just fatigue though. I watched some flix and got up to move things into new apartment.
I did not eat.
As I did this, I met my new roomies. They are fine folk and offered to help with bags. I let them take my two crates.
In the interim I started to realize I hadn't eaten and the sun was bright, but I kept chugging. I finished taking everything else out in one trip.
On the way into the new place, one of the roomies offered again and I said not thanks (they were cooking), then other offered again and I sad no.
THEN I was offered food.
I said no.
Not long later: sugar crash. Probably with a touch of sunstroke.
Had I just said "yes". I probably could have been productive for another 3 hours today. It did lead to some thought about art, though.
I hear pain is good for that.
:-/
