Oh man. I went to what was supposed to be a small affair, a little get-together over some locally caught fish, and a few friendly refreshments. I had four beers, two fish and an inordinate amount of salt. That's how I like my fish.
I woke up the next day feeling like, as I've heard it said, I'd been "eaten by a coyote and shit over a cliff." Now, four beers is a significant consumption, but not even close to a harmful amount, hangover-wise. If you're not sure, take my word for it - I've done the research.
For my entire Sunday, I trudged through the day as if I'd been poisoned or beaten, and although I was game enough to be intermittently active, my heart was certainly not in it. Muscle aches, headache and sleep deprivation sapped my strength, and I haven't been so glad to retire for the night in quite some time.
I awoke today at 5am, feeling so much better that I couldn't stay in bed. There's nothing like briefly feeling thoroughly like shit to remind you how good normal feels.
The waves were inconsistent but in the best way. They made space for me to
take some photos. And I joined the coffee Zoom of a friend. Yes, I joined a
Zoom call from the water. It was nice. Camaraderie is worth seeking out,
even digitally, even in the water. Loneliness, disaffection, dislocation,
disconnection are everywhere. And we need each other—human connection—more
than ever. It’s a time of great misery and injustice and there’s much work
to do. Let’s get to it, in kindness.
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