I shouldn't have taken the day trip, really, but with Martin Luther King Day off last week and a sky full of fast-moving clouds, the call of the road was too much. I like my little townhouse and love my little garden, but oh, do I get tired of looking at walls. I wanted to remember big things—skies that soar without hindrance and landscapes that stretch to the ends of the compass rose. Instead of contorting over a macro of some tiny leaf or stem, I wanted to stand straight and tall while taking a photograph—a photo of something on the distant horizon, with the camera's focus set to infinity.
|El Malpais National Monument|
It was a great idea so far as it went, but January isn't a sensible month for day trips. It's the busiest time at work, when my gentle, low-stress job suddenly turns into a free-for-all of legal forms and number crunching. Every meager bit of energy I have is needed to outlast it. The day off should have been spent on the sofa, recruiting my strength with sustaining broths and weak tea and toast. And maybe a tincture of something. Doesn't that sound sustaining? Instead I went on a quest for the wild blue yonder and am paying the price, remembering why living small is a...let's not say good, but a wise thing for someone with CFS.
All to say, I probably won't be around much in blogland for a little while longer. I have that every-cell-of-my-body-lugging-25-pounds-of-lead-weights feeling and am a cognitive mess to boot, and still have to finish the month at work with some semblance of adequacy. If you can remember where I left my keys or my glasses—or the refrigerator, for that matter—kindly let me know. (Was there a logical connection between those two sentences? And if so, how?)
|A snow squall blows through El Malpais|