I have been lucky to have been pretty healthy for the past year. I caught a wussy little head cold, (probably at the voting venue) and now I feel like crap. Well, high-grade crap, comparatively. I guess it’s good to get sick once in a while, to be humbled by a germ, and to feel a renewed sense of compassion for those who suffer more than I do.

Shouldn’t have done all of that wild naked moondancing last night.

Just kidding.

This makes me remember something from when I was learning how to use the archaic point-of-sale system at Opus. Chakara was explaining everything to me and the other trainee very diligently, and I was absorbing as much as I could. But at one point my brain hit that ‘full’ point, where all the knowledge sort of hits the side of my head, and denied entry to my ears, dribbles down my face like so much egg yolk. I must have looked gappy, because Chakara asked, “you OK?” and I replied, “I’m OK. I think I just need a hug and a nap.” (Chakara obliged me with a hug—so sweet of her!—but the nap had to be put off until a later time.)

Anyway, that’s kind of how I feel now, like all I could really use is a hug and a nap. My brain is full of modal auxiliary verbs and mucus… but I only have three days left at A-1 Pallet, and so much to do. POWER UP, Endrené! Write that manual! Fill out that two-week review form! Revise that training checklist! You can do it! Kachaaaaaa!

Good health and big warm hugs and nice cozy naps are wished for all of you.

Namaste,

Endrené