In A Fog

I'll eat just about anything and I eat well, but I vowed this year not to spoil my appetite for yummy Greek food by avoiding those before-dinner goodies at my family's Easter gathering. Consequently the wine went right to my head and Monday morning was not pretty. I had a hangover.

I took the morning off and got to the gym late. I don't remember driving there (it's often a surprise, early in the morning, half awake, when I arrive and think "Hey, I'm at the gym! Cool!"). I was in my own world (where at least everyone knows me), in a total fog, and to avoid what promised to be a very dangerous time to get on a treadmill instead I got on the elliptical, which, in case you don't know, has got to be the most boring exercise machine ever. I don't remember the workout: this is a good thing.

There was heavy fog driving in on Wednesday (I think, maybe it was Tuesday?). I was going really fast even though I couldn't see very well, but between knowing the road and Auto Pilot I figured I'd get to my destination just fine. I'm glad the fog inside my head finally lifted in time to see the cop sitting at the side of Western Avenue.

Then I almost walked right into the barriers outside the Women's Locker Room, with signs saying that it was closed for "cleaning". We had to use the Girl's Locker Room instead. The lockers are small, so you have to imagine that my first magic trick of the morning, getting all my shit into a space that is less than 10" x 8" x 60", was quite a feat. Almost didn't need to workout after that.Eventually I went into the steam room. Realizing there were two sweaty fat old guys in there I was again grateful for the fog.

We apologize for being in a fog, and it can be a warning that maybe you need to slow down, maybe have a soda for a change. I'm not giving up my wine (or chocolate; Little Bug - I hope I make you proud), but note to self: Eat More Shrimp. Hangovers suck.