The difference a day makes

Yesterday was a great day. I had errands to run early, insurance stuff to do, hospice stuff to do, stuff stuff to do. Chic and I had already planned to get together in the late AM and he came over. As I was finishing some stuff he cleaned up the kitchen and then we loaded Daisy and Pepper in the car and went over to the high school to the Indian Creek Trail. 

http://www.hoodlivin.com/running/indian-creek/ 

It was great, we walked and talked about things heavy and deep, long and loose, inside/out, old/new, glad/sad and finally happened on a bench for a rest. As we sat there, we truly shared our feelings for each other, ourselves, our families. I remember talking about fear. We walked awhile more and came back to our car. Hunger reared its head and we dropped off the dogs and went to the Taqueria. Our deep discussion continued over huevos rancheros and I wonder what the girls next to us must have thought as we shut out the world and talked about things way stranger than alien abductions.

As we were getting ready to leave I started feeling dizzy. As I pushed my chair back I simultaneously tweaked my left knee and almost passed out. Sometimes it sucks being me. Chic had to drive me home where I promptly passed out on the sofa. It seems like I can go pretty hard and do what I want up to a point. Once I reach that point, it's a wall. The point is always changing and it's easy to misjudge. It's a fine line, if I don't do enough I feel bad and if I do too much I feel bad.  If I can keep a good balance life is pretty good.