Excitedly, I take a shower...rest. Blow dry my hair...rest. Pack my bag...rest. Then, sit down to research. Sarasota? I like Sarasota. St. Petersburg? I love St. Pete. A resort Day Spa? That sounds amazing. For three hours, I toggle back and forth, start to make a reservation, then stop again.
I'm most drawn to Turtle Beach Resort in Siesta Key. WHOA $220/night (and that's a reduced rate)...that's a week worth of herbs or two blood treatments. Then there's the Ritz in Sarasota, but man...that property's big and the spa packages are expensive. Besides, I really want to visit the Warm Mineral Springs...and that's another 45 minutes away.
I look at Bed and Breakfasts. Other cities. I browse gluten free eating directories. Finally, I opt to stay home and get some spa treatments...less expensive. "A massage...I'll start with a massage," I think, heading out the door. Wait, I need to eat something. Can't massage on an empty stomach. I'll get dizzy and pass out. Maybe a protein bar. "Do they make healthy protein bars?" I think, as I walk through Publix.
Halfway through the store, I notice: I'm out of breath....seriously fatigued...like I-don't- know-if-I'm-going-to-make-it-out-of-here-and-back-to-the-car tired. I NEED to eat, but I'm too tired to make anything. I debate seeing a movie at the movie theater next door. They're close. They have burgers. Contagion's playing (I want to see that). I drive to the theater. I walk in. I walk out. Too depressing.
My surprise? I'm back home. In my chair. Drinking a protein drink. Feeling like I just ran a Marathon. Apparently packing, showering, and thinking about things obsessively is as good as it's going to get today. Hopefully, tomorrow will bring less fog and more fun.
Stupid Trixie Lymes...we hate them. We do.
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