I woke up shaky this morning. I thought it might have been from low blood sugar after a fair amount of ^ohsofunactivity and too little sleep and food, but it’s lasted all day. My heart is pounding and I’m out of breath. Combine those symptoms with the recent outburst of guilt (verging on panic) and it seems a good time to unfocus. Float. Drift. Flow. Be my usual efficient self at work, do the few routine chores I do at home, shoot loving texts and emails to my people and continue to hug on Mr. Yes, but not try to accomplish anything else.

I’m picking up a friend from NC at the airport on Thursday night. He’ll be staying with me Friday, then back Mon & Tues, then back Friday night so I can take him to the airport Saturday morning. I plan to do a lot of nothing with him. Mr. Yes was talking about taking him out and showing him some SF nightlife. We’ll see. If I need more down time, I’ll throw my guest on the train to the city and go home to take a nap. Mr. Yes is going to come with me on Thursday, which is a godsend, as I’ve always flown out of Oakland and my friend is coming into SF. It will also be good to have someone to help wrangle my friend, who will be jonesing for nicotine and bourbon and is a generally cranky guy who’s terrified of flying.

Too tired to read this over and see if it made sense. I’m going to bed. May not be on here much next week so I can take care of myself and regain energy.