exhausted

my body & mind feel like they are on the verge of collapse. Many reasons, no reasons. I moved thousands of pounds of food today. My newly discovered muscles will be reminding me of it tomorrow. I will ache and know that people ate dinner tonight because of my efforts. I taught 3 people how to be a receptionist. Something new on their resumes; maybe a job awaits them. I taught non-English speakers how to use a paper shredder. A little babuska was scared at the noise.

Chlortrimoton is the latest of my allergy medications (#5 - still no relief). It is not a good morning pill. Sleep-inducing. It seems to be drying out my skin & not my sinuses -I haven't been able to breath properly in a year and a half. The first medicine I tried made my mouth taste salty for weeks on end. I felt like a minor character in an Allende or Garcia Marquez novel - the woman who could only taste salt. Not very fun. The fellow sociopath I was kissing at the time was not a fan.

and the windy sunny bike ride home will do me well. . . wake me up enough to eat more of E's lasagna, inducing food coma.