Day + 130, Back To New York

A short while after making my post yesterday, I was filled with a sense of worry that if I went back to the apartment while the family was still sick, that I bad things might happen. Call it a "sixth sense" if you will, but was filled with a sense of dread as I packed my stuff to return yesterday morning.

I followed my intuitions to "get away". I filled up the gas tank and drove back to my aunt's house in Upstate New York. Three hours later, I was back to spot I had been just seven weeks ago. I've got no idea how long I'll be staying here, although I'll wait for the dust to clear back in Boston before I head back.

I made it... exhausted, but in one piece. Question of the day: What is it about driving long distances that tire you out? Whatever it is, I'm sure it's the same mechanism that makes you sleepy riding in an airplane. You're not moving. You're not running a marathon? So, after you have made it to your destination, why are you so damn tired?

I expect to do some 'recovery' naps today, but I expect to be myself to be myself by tomorrow.