I have made pot pie filling and biscuit crust for a dozen of my closest friends. Ok.. my dawgs, anyway. I have it down stairs and I'm going to heat it in coals when I get to the RCP shelter and then serve it to them with salad. No dessert. No one stepped up.
I was actually very excited about this prospect this morning and since I had a very busy day today, it added to the feeling of being alive and vital and even connected.
But now that the food is done and the the kitchen is cleaned and I have done all the work I was behind on while I was sick, I am no longer feeling as well as I was.
This sickness came on suddenly, with the injestion of a bit of wheat. I thought I could get through the two days, but there was no way. I developed the tell-tale technicolor sinus stuff over the weekend. And I assure you that I know full well riding didn't help, but I could not forego the opportunity. So. Yesterday I got some meds. I've taken two time-release doses. The Doc promised me that there would be no yeast infection. And I am well on my way.
Anyway, the sickness might explain the horrible sadness that overtook me. I was a wreck. I couldn't tell if I was hungry and everything I thought of was unpleasant. That dog picture - loyal to the end - it sent me right over the edge. Interestingly, a few bites of gluten-free waffle and some leftover Paad Thai later, I was much more content. And then I watched one of my favorite all time movies - The American President. It turned out to be a great day.
That said, I have not felt myself, both mentally and physically for a long time. Maybe more mentally than physically. I think I broke through some of the stuff keeping me down this week. And I can tell you that a new roommate and a house free of Foster dogs will be a welcome thing.
So... hopefully I will be creative again soon.
I should start by reporting on the Diva ride at Dinosaur. Even Jenna had a blast. Well, I guess I could have predicted that.
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