Saturday, August 7, 2010
One minute I was dancing around the chateau, drinking martinis and singing Shake yer groove thang, shake yer groove thang, the next minute: flat on my ass. Yeah. I got sick, an inevitable consequence of too much booze and coffee, not enough water, and not enough sleep. The body never lies. For awhile now my body has been telling me to slow down. But I was too busy having fun to listen, so - my body knocked me down. Ouch.
When I'm in a mood to blame something other than the unbridled behavior I've cultivated since I moved into my own space, I hold the crazy planetary arrangements and especially the mass coronal ejection of last week responsible. It's an excellent storyline: extreme space weather brought me to my knees. Ya think? Why not blame Brother Sun? He doesn't care, yes? I say yes.
Recovery from a big ole solar beat down requires monumental effort. I'm off all liquor for awhile, all caffeine, too, drinking lots of water and juice, eating carefully, getting enough sleep. Does it sound boring? It is actually refreshing, believe it or not. Slowly but surely I am coming back to my usual standards of good health. Maybe I can be a little bit more moderate in the aftermath. That is my intention.
Happy Saturday to all. L'chaim.