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So this year’s Feastival is over. I think we would call it a success. 106 guests over 12 hours, with two prominent elected officials that I could not chase away because my guests liked to talk to them. (As long as they did not bring an entourage of handlers and turn my event into a photo op, I could tolerate having uninvited guests.)<\/p>\n
Spouse even managed to…
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\n…remain for most of the event. He tuckered out about 1800 and went next door to rest.<\/p>\n
The party continued until the last guest and last sibling left at 2300. Thankfully, my family die-hards stayed to help clean up.<\/p>\n
I retrieved the Spouse and we both hit the sack.<\/p>\n
We were planning to get up early on Friday and take a load of garbage (11 big bags in all) to the dump, but my own health had another plan. About 4am, I had an attack of my lingering chronic illness that I keep mostly at bay by managing my diet, drinking lots of water, and not overextending. <\/p>\n
Those illness-management controls went out the window on Thursday. Without knowing it, I became dehydrated. I nibbled all day, which isn’t good. I was a ball of energy with my guests and probably expended tens of thousands of calories running to-and-fro. My pedometer indicated over 20,000 steps (about 10 miles of walking — in my own house!)<\/p>\n
Friday was a “black Friday” for me. Trust me, you do not need a description of what happens when this condition flares up. I spent all day Friday tending to my health to recover — resting, drinking fluids, and eating more sensible, light meals including my uncle’s curative chicken soup. (No, not turkey soup!) <\/p>\n
Spouse helped me a great deal — he was always asking me, “what can I get you?” then popping up to get me water, something to eat, a pillow, … whatever. He said, “for all those years of tending to me when I was sick, this is the least I can do!”<\/p>\n
Today, Saturday, I am feeling better. Spouse and I will dump the trash and finish cleaning. Weather is supposed to be warm, so I may even get out for a short Harley ride, depending on how I feel. (No worries, I do not ride when fatigued.)<\/p>\n
Life is short: recovery takes more time as one ages. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So this year’s Feastival is over. I think we would call it a success. 106 guests over 12 hours, with two prominent elected officials that I could not chase away because my guests liked to talk to them. (As long … Continue reading