So I'm here. After an unintended, unwanted, disgruntling break from blogging I'm here.
And while I've missed you all terribly - Has the Diary of Why started her new job? How is the evolving revolver? - I've been too tired, too stressed, and too I'm-not-even-sure-what to open the web browser.
Last week, Inspector Climate's other grandfather passed away. And while this grandpa was a little bit more unwell, it was just sudden and just as unexpected. And so, there were trips to country Victoria (twice in one week - oy) to visit family, attend funerals, and comfort those that needed comforting. Those were followed by long trips back to Melbourne, in the late afternoon or late at night. I'd be exhausted trying to make conversation in the car instead of sleep. Subsequently, I was homesick. I had nightmares of being robbed. Nightmares of one of our family horses being sick and dying.
My schedule has been thrown out of whack, and if you've read this blog at all you know how much that doesn't make me happy camper. Last week, despite my exhaustion, I forced my self to go to yoga five days in a row in some attempt to bring some normalcy. I ended up exhausted and run down.
I took this picture over a week ago to show you some results from my Chinese Medicine Doctor visits:
The bruises are almost gone now - there are only some faint marks on the ones that were the deepest purple. I'd never had cupping done before. I quite enjoyed it. And I like to think that the marks that it left, and the resulting cold that came a day later were the toxins leaving me. That I'm fresh and new again. My body is free.
And how are you?