Honestly, last night's hike with
But I don't really remember the hike, or anything much about it before I fell over on the couch when I got home. I know I went because
But last night, in my memory, is this fuzzy dream-like place where events occurred, but they had no connection. I remember walking under a bridge and watching a jogger run by, but I don't remember getting from the bridge to the place the jogger was. I remember stealing a waterbottle and seeing
I don't even remember driving home.
When I opened my eyes this morning, I would have sworn that everything I did last night really was just a dream. It's kinda weird. I don't feel sick, but I don't feel totally well, either. Like I said, my body hurts. . . It's that good kind of exhaustive hurt that you get after a hike, but it's more pronounced than ever.
The only way I can possibly reason this experience out is that being sick took a lot more out of my physically than I admitted to myself. And if that's the case, then it did a damn good job of it, because I've never, ever had this happen. . . At least, not that I remember.
But this morning my head is clear and I'm fully aware of what's going on, so there's no good reason to stay home and rot (besides, there's daytime TV there), so I'm in my office, working away.