Baby Steps Can Wear You Right Out

“Friday Night” 2021

Nyel hit the snooze button on the alarm clock this morning.  More than once.  And I didn’t even hear it!  Not that sleeping in on a Sunday is a big deal when you’re retired, but still…  The chickens get pretty cranky when I’m late taking breakfast out to the coop and no one wants to begin a new week on the wrong side of the  flock.

2011 House Concert Intermission

I’m blaming our current exhausted state on the uptick in our social life last week.  “More than a  body can handle,” said my sleepy spouse.  He’s right, you know.  We probably overdid it last week.  Three social events within a five-day period was three times as much as in the entire year just past!

At “Our Grand Affair” 2019

The first was on Tuesday when Michael Lemeshko came for a visit bearing hot beverages and discussion topics we only touched on.  Then came our Friday Night Gathering with ten (count ’em, 10) of us socializing up a storm — making up for a lost fifty-two weeks.  And then, yesterday…  breakfast out with more friends!  And in a restaurant!

Yesterday afternoon when I took just a teeny-tiny nap, I thought it might have been the Eggs Benedict.  But, after this morning’s lollygagging, I’ve revised my opinion.  Sensory Overload!  Or maybe Social Overload is more like it.  How did we manage pre-pandemic?  You know… when it wasn’t unusual to interact with others on a daily basis?

After pondering for a few minutes, I’ve decided that the “cure” to this is… more socializing!  After all… we got used to sheltering by just doing it.  It should work the same way backwards…  Well, you know what I mean.

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