Dance

Life. Exhausted. The past few days have been a complete blur. I woke up really freaked out this morning because I thought it was August already and I haven't made a decision yet. Though... I guess it's not that far from August. Sigh. This is causing me so much distress... let's change the subject.

I went hiking the other day with a booger at 3:30am. It was completely ridiculous. We were both scared out of our minds because it was dark, we didn't have flashlights, and we kept hearing odd ruffling noises that we later identified as wild turkeys, cows, or little birds. Because we were frightened we waited for a few people to pass us on the trail. A group of eight hikers passed by followed by a strange couple as we sat on a wet bench looking like two creepy ax murderers out of some horror movie. The booger turned to me and said, "I feel better now that we have ten sacrifices." So true. Our plan was to run down the mountain at the first sight of a dead body. Thankfully, that wasn't necessary. We got to the top at around 5:30am and sunrise was at 6:00am. Below is what sunrise on top of a mountain looks like. I have now spared you all the pain and suffering of hiking at a ridiculous time. You're welcome. I'm complaining because I'm an old lady, but to be honest the view was amazing and it's not something that can be captured by a mere photograph or video. Anyway, nearly all of my cells died after that hike, so this week is devoted to cellular regeneration. I say that, but my cells are still dying because I'm in turmoil.