Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.
My head hurts. My legs hurt. My lower back hurts. Light hurts. Blatting fire truck horns definitely hurt. (I know this because a parade went right by our door at work yesterday.)
People hurt. I got very angry with the entire human race yesterday, when two Tibetan ladies kept grabbing my wrist to admire my bracelet, as if I were some kind of talking display unit. I was nice to them. They’re customers.
On Sundays, one of my review groups meet as soon as I get home from work, and this particular Sunday has to have been my most worthless moment in reviewing ever. It was a good chapter too, lots of layers, but all I wanted to do was take a hot bath and go to bed. (Sorry, Seph!)
I’ve been drinking coffee for almost 40 years. Way, way too much of it a lot of that time. It was starting to mess with my body in very apparent ways. So I put all my remaining coffee down in the flower beds as mulch. I cut down on salt and stopped drinking red wine at the same time, but I hardly even noticed. I’m too busy pressing my fingers into my skull.
I asked Ashley, who also had to give up coffee for health reasons, whether there is any meaning or purpose to a life without coffee, and she assured me that after a week things get better. She couldn’t believe I was quitting cold turkey. I’m not sure I believe it either.
As one sympathizing customer put it, “Man, that’s brutal!”