This weekend was definitely one of recovery for me, physical and emotional. My body is still in a bit of “What the crap just happened??” state after the Below the Line challenge, methinks.
On Saturday I was still exhausted and low on energy, so I didn’t do much except some writing/editing work and a walk to the farmer’s market and the grocery store. That morning, by the way, I had oatmeal with all the trimmings, and coffee, and it was the best damn cup of coffee I ever had. (I may or may not have cried a little after I finished the oatmeal.)
Nothing struck my fancy at the farmer’s market (I have honey, I didn’t want to buy herb plants yet, and I plan to buy jam in England) so I just went to the grocery store. After Below the Line week, of course, I was lacking in fresh vegetables, and I really wanted spinach. Even after only five days living on $1.50 a day, I was overwhelmed when I walked into the produce section of the store with $20 in my pocket. The contrast was humbling, and I walked out with $6 worth of vegetables and a sick feeling in my stomach.
Sunday morning I had tea and cinnamon toast, and that too was wonderful. My friend Lydia had her graduation party, where I had my first meat (bbq pork sandwiches, mmm) since the challenge, and my first piece of cake. Saw Iron Man 3 way too late last night–worth every minute/penny. See it. Really. Do.
An even greater contrast is going from Below the Line week to continued planning of my very, very close trip to England. I can’t believe that I fly out a week from tomorrow. I can’t believe that I can already say, “Next week I will be in England again.”
Before then, though, there’s a bunch of stuff left to accomplish: A doctor’s appointment tomorrow, printing out tickets and whatnot, and laundry (alllways laundry), and packing. One thing after another is getting struck from my to-do list. I can’t believe it’s almost here…