The problem with going to a show like Jimmy Buffett, even if I’m not a drinking man these days, and even if I didn’t touch a drop of alcohol, that doesn’t mean that I’m not feeling like I was run over the next morning. By a big truck.
Despite that hangover-esque type feeling on Wednesday morning, I did get to work early and I did correct most of the material from the previous day’s power outage, and I was productive. I just got tired of folks asking, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, nothing a long nap wouldn’t cure.”
Plus, there was that lingering feeling, that sense that my Sagittarius self had been on the road, even if only for a little while, and tiny portion of soul was happily singing along.
Seeing wildflowers along the roadside in the afternoon sun, crisscrossing the Colorado River, roadside fare in Ellinger, it just adds up. Also sparks a bit of inspiration.
Instead of arguing with the upcoming Mercury RX, I’m just slowing myself down to an acceptable pace, and making plans for the next couple of weeks. I’ve got a ton of straightening out to do with web issues, and it looks like I’ll have plenty of time for that. I’ve got dozens of documents scattered across the computer’s desktop and I can finally attend to corrections, edits and updates.
