Honestly, I feel quite good. A touch of light hunger, but nothing serious at all. A couple of appointments first thing had me walking up and down Main Street in crisp, refreshing air on a beautiful day, and that shook the cobwebs of headache out of my system. I expected to be hurting today, but not so.
I met with Rev. Rummer a few minutes ago, and he really is a grounding force for me. My concerns had nothing to do with physical discomfort, as I expected at this juncture; instead, it has been all the media attention that has taken away time and attention to the planned-for quiet and contemplative elements of my endeavor. With the exception of one telephone interview I agreed to do, I’m not touching my phone or the Internet over the weekend–I need to withdraw. I appreciate everyone’s comments, but if it’s your first time in this next day or two, expect me to not fool with any moderating until Monday morning.
Wise and soft-spoken, Rummer was reassuring. God is there, amongst the chaos, after all.
As I said, physically, I’m feeling good. A little weak first thing in the morning, but strength builds soon. I had a minor craving for a doughnut when I pulled into my parking place this morning (often I get out of the Jeep and walk straight to the bakery), I had a flash of a craving for olives (of all things) and had to endure a working lunch meeting (which smelled greasy-good), but I survived.
I forgot to mention my weigh-in yesterday: 157 pounds.
That’s five pounds melted away so far. Not sure if that number’s good or bad, but it is what it is.
Grace and Strength!