Fallen Behind

This past one has been an unexpectedly busy week. It began a week ago Friday with my trip to Rushton for the detox weekend. I had a stressful time getting there; the directions were terrible. The weekend itself consisted of two bowls of thick broth and two glasses of thick juice and a few treatments (lymphatic drainage, liver pack, scalp massage). Most of the participants had colonic irrigation. Fortunately it was optional so I declined.I didn't mind the shortage of food and I never felt hungry. The worst thing about the weekend was the boredom. There was nothing to do. Given what I paid for it, I wouldn't ever go again.

So I got back quickly on Sunday by following my own route. Monday was the portrait photography class. I liked it and am pleased that there are three more sessions. Then on Tuesday I went up to London to see a voice coach. I've never liked my speaking voice and now that I can do just as I please, I thought I would indulge myself. She was a wonderful woman who spent two hours with me, listening to me talk, read aloud and then showing me how to form the common sounds of vowels and finally working on my breathing. As far as speaking voice projection is concerned, my breathing is all backward. She has sent me a CD with the lesson on it and now I will practice. How weird am I?

I wake up on Wed morning all ready to take photos and practice backward breathing and the phone rings and it is Alison reporting a sick baby. She wants to know if I can come to Brighton to watch over him on Thur while she teaches. Of course, I drop everything and rush to Brighton. Foxy is indeed not himself. He tried his best to be rambunctious but it's not working so he moans a lot of the time and sleeps a lot more. He is better enough on Friday to spend a couple of hours at the creche while Alison teaches so I go home to prepare for my dinner party that evening. I'm doing fine until about 6:30 when I am assaulted by feelings of weakness and nausea. Fortunately, I had most of it prepared so I crept over to Diana's and threw myself on her mercy. I didn't want to cancel the dinner party because the food was ready. She took over and I went to bed. Everyone came as planned and seemed to have a great time. I struggled out of bed at ten and came down to say goodnight. I am so fortunate to live in a neighbourhood where this could happen. They even washed up. Today I am taking it easy.