You know that feeling you get either in the real world or in a dream where you find yourself in a place where you feel dread and fear all around you. Maybe it's a dark alley on a moonless night, maybe a forest trail as the sun is quickly sinking behind the mountains ~ either way your fight or flight response kicks into overdrive. You have a spit second when you have decide to either turn back or run ahead at breakneck speed. I feel like I have chosen to run ahead ~ but that doesn't mean that the journey is easier.
I think that now that the main fight to get to TCI is over I have relaxed enough to feel how much I am really physically falling apart at the seams. In two months I will be in recovery mode for a good three months, so now should be a time of kicking up my heels, enjoying life ~ but I am just not up to it! Did I tell you that I tried to mail a letter in the dish washer this week??? SERIOUSLY! The motions are about the same ~ pull the door down, put the letter in and shut it. The only thing different was that my dishwasher has no red flag thing signaling that there's new mail in the box.