A Day of Rest

For the A to Z blog challenge, Sundays are supposed to be a day of rest. But I find myself so excited -- still -- about the blog writing and everything else going on that it's hard to contain myself.

I mean that quite literally. After the burst of inspiration and energy to pack yesterday, I woke up this morning raring to go. At least part of me was. The flow is still there, inviting me to step in and continue to allow it to carry me forward. But today, the flesh is weak. I can feel my physical body needing rest, and some suspicious sniffles and congestion creeping in. They're the kind of advance warning system my body provides when I've been overdoing it. I've learned to heed the call for downtime, because when I don't the body will force rest through a larger bit of yuck and muck via head or chest congestion of one sort or another.

I don't need the 2x4s to get my attention anymore, so I'm forcing myself to take it easy so that I can get back at it all tomorrow. Yeeehaaaa! :)