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I am utterly creamed. Knackered. Pooped. I think it took ’til the unplugging of this weekend to realize how long I’d been running on stress and adrenalin. There’s not much left after taking that away.

I’m hooped. Even after a couple of days of rest, just the act of taking back the recycling AND getting some groceries AND making something other that toast for dinner and I’m creamed. That was my whole day’s energy right there. Fuck.

I’ve been taking risks and flinging myself at my limitations, just to see what might break. It was me. Read More »Day 73 – hooped, regrouping