A nice day spent winding down with Susan Kitchens in my kitchen. We surfed around, read stuff to each other, did a goofy photoessay on using the "natural" sweetener (mugging with splendid irony), washed dishes, and ate guacamole. I think we both wrote a lot and told a bunch of stories. I promised her the story of the Fremont Hills, the time I realized I was being a total asshole and must figure out how to be more of a grownup.
then hanging with Moomin. (In the morning we read Tarzan. In the afternoon we had a long discussion of what was Cool and what was Not Cool. )
Then we saw Minnie briefly... all too briefly alas ... and took off to Dragonboy's house for Jo Spanglemonkey's birthday collage-making. I was cranky in the car. My stomach is back to hurting. I decompressed desperately with some "Discover" magazines and then made 2 lovely collages for Jo. Realized things about my collagemaking process. Talked about science fiction books with the Hippie and his friend whose name I forget. Played with Sophie, Eliz, Moomin, Dragonboy, and the other two extremely awesome sisters outside - we had complicated crabapple wars.
I felt happy and centered again tonight, but I still need a whole day of lying in bed reading Pollyanna's School Days and What Katy Did and Herodotus, maybe with some introspective crying, before I feel like myself again. I do like being "on" and energized and thinking and talking and meeting a ton of people - I love, love, love it - but then I tend to overdo it & collapse. Must rest tomorrow so that I don't collapse.