Morning Sketch. August 7

All systems went down this weekend. I am one of those fortunate people who can usually sleep at any time, for reasonable lengths of time. Twice a year I stop functioning for 24-48 hours. I sleep. I've felt on the edge of getting sick for a while now, my brain wasn't keeping up with my schedule, my body hasn't been feeling normal, and I've been making more mistakes than usual. I started physical therapy for a shoulder that's been giving my trouble, and on Friday morning I had an amazing massage and electro-stimulating I-don't-know-what-treatment. Then I worked. I dog-walked. I met up with friend for dinner and got home around 10 and fell asleep.

And slept until 10 a.m. I woke up, had coffee and breakfast and at noon decided to take a nap. Until 5:30. Then I got up and made popcorn for supper and was asleep again by 6:30. And didn't wake up until 8:30 on Sunday.

My subconscious had a lot to work out. I had some pretty epic dreams, and my brain feels like it finally emptied 6 months worth of trash out of it's hard drive.