Untethered Dog

Turns out, my blahs had a physiological component.

My body, it is now clear, is fighting something.

It’s funny how you don’t notice the signs.

I recall asking a friend on Saturday morning, “Is it colder in here today than usual?” I had on two layers. He looked at me like “what are you talking about?”

Then at the gym I had no mojo. None.

That night I was around a lot of people and at least one of them, she told me later, was not feeling well.

Sunday, I was lethargic. Sure, I didn’t feel like reading or going to the philosophy club gathering. I didn’t feel like doing much of anything.

Monday, the throat became scratchy. The throat felt dry even after I consumed a gallon of water.

So we are going to give me a pass on the lack of giddyup over the weekend.

We are instead going, officially, into recovery mode: water and more water, sometimes with a little line, a couple of times a day with a splash of apple cider vinegar and salt, and it might be a good day to fast.

In other words, it’s time clean out the icky to make room for the good.

I am so grateful for my body’s ability to heal. Knock on wood: this won’t take long.