A beautiful weekend – sunny, for the first time in a while, 70+ degrees. Nice. Saturday spent outside, peaceful, working the garden, mowing the lawn, enjoying life. Then off to a roller-skating party with the kids. Two hours of loud music, butt bruises, and pizza later, a headache. By bedtime, growing nauseated. Sunday, all day lying down, sleeping, vomiting, moaning.
So much I wanted to do, none of it done. A waste.
Rest. I did get rest, and I'm still resting, mostly.
A reminder from the body. We all need rest, from time to time, and the body will force it if it doesn't get enough. I knew I'd been burning the candle at both ends a bit, though I used to be worse. Not fun to do it this way, but this time isn't really wasted. Lots of sleep, stored up. And feeling better.