I've been running around without oxygen and telling myself I am, once again, invincible. This is why it puzzled me when I found myself laying on the floor of the Hobby Lobby with people hovering over me this morning...
"Are you all right?" asked a worried clerk.
"Am I all right?" I said. I, still, wasn't sure what had happened.
I'd passed out while choosing some yarn and another pair of knitting needles. Personally, I think my psyche couldn't accept that I've become an enthusiastic knitter, and shut me down so it would have time to try to think of some way to divert me from pursuing such a prosaic craft, but...
...I kinda suspect it was because I was going into Day Two of having used no oxygen at all.
Sigh...
I was fine. Not even embarrassed (I've had practice - its happened before), and I didn't hurt myself when I went down, or destroy any displays, so...no harm, no foul. Just an indication that I am, indeed, mortal, and need to, perhaps, move a little slower in my quest to 'get better'. Also, I'd been rushing to beat hell, and hadn't eaten anything so my sugar was low, low, low. I have to talk to myself about needing to be a bit more considerate with myself.
Yeah.
Smaller leaps of faith, I suppose.
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