Viable Paradise is over! Saturday morning I was torn between never wanting to leave the sunny Martha's Vineyard and desperately wanting to be home right now. I don't know why, since another week of not sleeping and not eating would hardly have been good for me. But the feeling of community was just so intense.
I ate a second breakfast, went to sleep in my own perfect bed, watched some downloads, never feeling all there yet. My husband cooked dinner for me, and that woke me up. And I ate a full plate at dinner for the first time in a week. Probably lost a pound or two. My body never really switched over to American time and it just refused to acknowledge that eating at two o' clock at night was possible or desirable.
So now I have slept 10 consecutive hours and I'm feeling much more me. I'll go into work for a few hours that afternoon – only the appointments that I can do by being me. The others I will call off. Too much effort for today.
And then there's a ton of reading I have to do for my other course. And all the rewriting and sending out of short stories Uncle Jim ordered me to do. Looking forward to that part....
B! I'm so happy to hear from you. :-) You've missed a dreary week, at least up here it was, so sun sounds lovely.
It sounds fabulous if lots of hard work, but yes, coming back home is lovely too. And I wonder how long it normally takes to switch that many hours...
Of course, now I want to know how tall you are. ;-) (I'm 164 or thereabouts.)