So all last week, I felt like I was fighting this horrible fatigue. I'm sure that much of this was stress. Yesterday, I felt better than I had in awhile. Surely, I thought, this was Morro Bay's magic.
But today I just didn't want to get out of bed and when I did I found myself feeling awful. This feeling has continued through breakfast and coffee. Walking felt really hard to do.
The difference between today and yesterday is the amount of smoke in the air. Yesterday was a bit smoky, today is worse, even, than it was up in Oakland last week. There's a bit fire just north of here that is supplying the smoke.
It's foggy in Morro Bay, but this morning I couldn't even see the rock, which is so very close to my hotel room that I could walk to it on a better air day.
I know that I'm sensitive to smoke, but how the hell did our ancestors deal with this when they had fire pits in the middle of their homes with only a hole cut in the ceiling for release.
I got to see P'tit Loup and her husband. I love those two. They are really quite awesome. I got to see their beautiful new house and hear about their busy and good lives. They fed me a wonderful meal and we talked until dark.
Oh! And I've finished my first workshop for NAAFA. Whoo-hoo!