New Moon
Sometimes, to get ahead you have to take a step back.
That's what I did yesterday on a hike up the hill to St. Francis Retreat and back. Between the bothersome dental episode, the earwax excavation drama, and my first COVID shot, I have been feeling less than stellar for a month or so - not really sick or anything, just kind of slow. I got the first Moderna dose on March 2 and didn't feel any ill effects for about the first 36 hours. Then I got woozy, sleepy, and achy for less than a day, then I rebounded briefly before getting pokey again, with night sweats and some really foggy brain drain.
Through all of it, I kept up my walks and substituted yard work and highway cleanups for the bike rides (a little wary of my balance). Often I would have to stop for a half a minute to just breathe and be still. That, of course, is not an unpleasant thing to do, but I wondered on and off how I might be perceived by a casual onlooker - oh look, there's an old man all wrapped up in dementia!
Yesterday, I woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I hadn't sweat at all overnight and I was refreshingly clear-headed. So after breakfast, I set off for a six-mile walk up to St. Francis Retreat and back to test my new clarity. It was awesome! I didn't stop and stare once! I think I'm back!
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