Wednesday was a work-at-home day during which i had a mild migraine-like headache in the quality of the symptoms, although (thank heavens) not in the intensity. I worked throug it, and then in the evening my sinuses reacted as if i was having an allergic reaction to something over a ten minute period.
Thursday i had a commitment for the evening but didn't feel up to it. I ended up bailing. While i wasn't feeling great physically, i was feeling somewhat giddy with getting to do my new job. I'm not sure what the quality was that has changed, but i think i am letting go of the vigilance that has always been with me. My vacation week included more sleep than i recall, i'm sleeping more now. While there may be a low level cold driving it, i'm resting more soundly.
The fuzzy head was gone Friday morning, but there's still some congestion. I slept late (i think i slept late on Thursday morning too) and we had cleaners coming at 8:30. This is the second of three Groupon cleanings: two people for two hours. I'm using the extra elbow grease to beat back entropy, get past what we manage to get done irregularly. Christine decamped, and i started work on tidying the deck, including caring for the plants. The cleaners were 30 minutes late. I pointed them at cleaning the fridge and the shower curtain. The two hours passed incredibly quickly, but i was just about done on the deck when they were ready to go.
I then drove to the city to meet up with a friend from college. It was lovely, but unsettling in some odd way. I think a little of me felt like i was being seen with the ghostly double of my much younger self beside me. That young lady was desperate for friends and connection and i'm pretty sure i dramatized things for JA to Be Interesting. I took her and her son to Fort Point where we met up with a friend of hers who lives in Oakland. None of them had been to Fort Point, a pre-Civil War fort built right at the Golden Gate: the bridge was built over it years later. It is not tourist-packed, it has incredible views, waves break right there. We saw surfers in the late afternoon, a seal or two, a flock of pelicans presumably celebrating the herring run. A little ways away is the Warming Hut with a coffee bar and national park gift shop. We participated in a cannon demonstration -- i think i was almost sworn into the Union Army, problematic in a couple ways -- and climbed the three stories of spiraling stairs twice. They were all delighted with the location.
I left to drive home watching sunset and fog play with the light along ocean beach, the grey-green surf getting in a good game with the light, too. I bought some fast food, intending to go to my evening event, but decided to bail.
It's still winter. I'm not pushing myself.
Last night and today i've been a bit of a lump. I posted some stuff on freecycle and i'm wondering where the time has gone. There's something at Meeting tonight, and i think i'm going to skip the potluck half.
It's a little different but i'm giving it a go.