Seasonal changes, for the most part.
Many of my friends are busily packing for Burning Man. I’m not going this year, and it’s the right decision, and mostly I prefer it to going (this year), but damn, I miss the playa.
Today I experienced a full-on blood sugar crash for what might have been the first time ever. Martin said, when I got home, “Wow! Congratulations on going this long without!” Honestly, I can do without ever experiencing this again. The 25-minute walk that was the beginning part of my after-work commute ended in me entering the T station, shaking. The train came pretty much immediately, and by the time I got out at Davis three stops later, I couldn’t see or think straight. The ten-minute walk from there to my house was unthinkable, so I sat at a cafe and ate a croissant. And then another one, this time filled with sweet cheese for more fat and sugar. Then I walked home, and felt vaguely week by the time I got there.
What the hell? I hadn’t starved myself today, far from it. I was a bit low on carbohydrates, but not that low. But maybe it just wasn’t my day. Twenty minutes ago I dropped a laptop power supply on my toe; my allergies have been acting up; and mere moments ago a tree fell down right outside my window. It would’ve fallen on top of my car, except Martin was borrowing it to transport some heavy paper objects and moved it a few minutes prior.
I’m going to sleep now. Please don’t let the world blow up in the next few hours. And please let me successfully fight off this cold by morning.
Whoa, that’s intense and sort of eerie.
I had one of those blood sugar crashes on the T once, it was awful. Otherwise, I never get them.
I suspect the tree had been transplanted into that spot not very many years ago, perhaps to replace an older tree? It probably had a small root ball for transplantation that hadn’t had very long to grow outwards – otherwise, you’re right, it should have grown out as far as the diameter of the branches.
Ah, right! Thanks, Carl, I hadn’t thought of the transplanting possibility. That’s likely what happened; it was pretty much a root ball. Having only lived here for a year and a bit, I have no idea when it would’ve been transplanted.
Eerie, indeed.
Oh, that blood sugar crash sounds scary! Sorry that happened when you were out. :( They can be kind of inexplicable if they don’t happen to you often, or ever. It’s a big adrenaline shock to the body, so go easy on yourself tonight and take care.