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Definition of blind obedience to routine: Going to dance class last night.
Friday I did singing and shopping and go home and collapse. Saturday I dug up my 'tater patch, had a meeting, turned 'taters into 'Tater Salad, went to party, had great time, no tension, happy people, drank half the bottle of 1982 Kellermeister Liqueur Port, got home, collapsed. Sunday I got up at some ungodsly hour to get to the Adelaide Showgrounds Farmers' Market at around 9am, walked a lot, bought stuff, walked down to the Unley Swimming Centre to get brochurey goodness for Bastard, got home, collapsed, got up again, planted and staked and watered seedlings and things, computered while Bastard was napping after work, went to party, got home and collapsed. So yesterday I went to work, then dance class. With new shoes. Which had heels that were not only higher than I'm used to, but of a style which I'm not used to, either. Halfway through the evening I realised that I was shaking when I took a step, and (silly me) didn't stop but kept going. The blood lactate from digging up my 'taters hadn't been filtered out yet. So today we have dry skin, incessant thirst, dizziness, lethargy, and muscle ache every time I move (you know how, when you've been doing weights, you have that burn which tells you that you've worked those muscles? I can about lift my coffee mug without feeling the burn). Less brainfog than I was expecting, but I am quite cold for very little reason.
However, I got many compliments on 'Tater Salad. Because it was Tasty.
Friday I did singing and shopping and go home and collapse. Saturday I dug up my 'tater patch, had a meeting, turned 'taters into 'Tater Salad, went to party, had great time, no tension, happy people, drank half the bottle of 1982 Kellermeister Liqueur Port, got home, collapsed. Sunday I got up at some ungodsly hour to get to the Adelaide Showgrounds Farmers' Market at around 9am, walked a lot, bought stuff, walked down to the Unley Swimming Centre to get brochurey goodness for Bastard, got home, collapsed, got up again, planted and staked and watered seedlings and things, computered while Bastard was napping after work, went to party, got home and collapsed. So yesterday I went to work, then dance class. With new shoes. Which had heels that were not only higher than I'm used to, but of a style which I'm not used to, either. Halfway through the evening I realised that I was shaking when I took a step, and (silly me) didn't stop but kept going. The blood lactate from digging up my 'taters hadn't been filtered out yet. So today we have dry skin, incessant thirst, dizziness, lethargy, and muscle ache every time I move (you know how, when you've been doing weights, you have that burn which tells you that you've worked those muscles? I can about lift my coffee mug without feeling the burn). Less brainfog than I was expecting, but I am quite cold for very little reason.
However, I got many compliments on 'Tater Salad. Because it was Tasty.
