Bummer

Yesterday evening I drove down to Long Beach to stay in a hotel near The Village. That way, I wouldn't have to fright traffic at an ungodly hour of the morning just to get there on time.

Last night I worked on a talk I'm giving on Saturday and then turned out the light around 10:45. At 5:30 I was wide awake and started watching the History Channel's Warrior series.
By 6:15 I had a pounding headache and was nauseated. It didn't let up all day.

Now why would a person get such a thing? I've had a bunch of these kinds of things lately and there's only one way I can explain it: they're migraines and are brought on by chocolate, lack of sleep, and stress. I had chocolate last night before driving down to Long Beach. I guess that can't happen any more.
And the stress part? Oh my goodness...how on earth have I allowed myself to get so overextended? Just this month I have five major speaking engagements, plus the book editing I'm doing (three books), and full time teaching. I'm already burned out this quarter and there are six weeks to go yet.
When will I learn?

So after lying on the couch all day wishing I could drift into a coma, I've decided to dig in my heals and create stronger boundaries around my time. Where's the fun in that? Maybe my head will thank me.

Oh--I missed the second day at The Village because I was so sick I could hardly make it home. Well, there you have it. Something has got to give.