Just What The Doctor Ordered

(wish I'd written this last night/this morning when my mood was more exuberant)

I went to the country for the weekend and stayed with a good friend. I arrived there pretty messed up. I left there feeling more centred and stable.

I had exceptional company, a few drinks, a man kneeling at my feet (!), the quiet of a country town, and the solitude of the open road. And music.

The drive was most interesting - just me, the music (yes, I said music), the car and the road. And of course my mind. On two occassions I very nearly had to pull over as tears sprang unexpectedly to my eyes.

Further down the road I felt as if I just wanted to plant my foot on the pedal and not stop until the car ran out of petrol (which would have meant overshooting my mark by, ohh, about 3 hours and about 450kms or so).

When I arrived and saw my friend there waiting for me I nearly broke down and cried .. my last thoughts on the road had been about how badly I needed my friend, and there he was.

We didn't do any work that day, just sat around talking .. and into the night. Amongst other things we discussed that other me (whom he has seen). Next day was spent working, and then I drove home.

I felt needs I haven't felt in a long time; needs that I did not want to feel again. I turned them aside.
(physical comfort)
I came home feeling refreshed, something I don't usually feel after a weekend. It was good, and a great way to start my week of holidays.