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Deluge Continued. Aftermath.

18 Friday May 2018

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The pelting rain woke us up around Three AM. It seemed relentless and intense. Nature is like that at times. I had trouble going back to sleep. I finally went back to bed about Four Thirty.

Now I am up again, drinking coffee, enjoying the delightful endorphin high brought on by yesterday’s swim.

We have localized flooding and generally nasty travel conditions, bad enough to close the schools. Hard to believe the school year is almost over. Hard to believe the outdoor pools open next weekend. The hot weather has made a couple days pretty uncomfortable already.

I’ve read a blog I follow(Hello Olivia), enjoyed a comment from Jade on yesterday’s post, looked at some headlines, reset the clocks after a power outage. I’m waiting for AMTRAK #84 NB to stop in Ashland. It is running late.

These little simple moments of langor and quiet are why I retired. Madison Ave types would have one think we retire to take canal cruises in Europe or go bungee-jumping in New Zealand. No. We retire to call the time our own.

Morning High

24 Saturday Jun 2017

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It is a morning where I am aware of the fatigue in my body, in my shoulders and lower back.  It is not really painful, more like sore.  I have a little bit of a headache, noticing how the sensation radiates from temples to my neck. 

My first response is that these sensations need “fixing” specifically, be made to disappear. Instead I will be with these feelings a little longer. When I finish this post I will sit back and enjoy them.  This is, I believe, an endorphin high.  It is healthy, a side benefit of swimming distances.

In a perfect world, I would feel my lover’s naked, soft and pliant body next to my nakedness. We would be languid, lazy, lethargic, caught in the afterglow of sex. That is not the case. So this high is mine and mine alone. Oh well. It’s s damn site better than feeling nothing, or worse, nursing regret.