The weekend was a whirlwind of airports, the wedding, and more airports. But I had a lovely (but brief) visit to DC and the wedding I attended was nice -- and probably the most unique wedding I've ever attended (can you top a gay, Wiccan wedding among the weddings you've attended? if not, add it to your to-do list!).
I got back home Saturday night and was simply pooped. A combination of flying, the Drammamine necessary for me to fly, wine at the wedding, and still not feeling "right," left me exhausted. Yesterday, I played catch up with household chores, and even with a nearly 2 hour afternoon nap, I was still beat at the end of the day and still not feeling good. So, I went to bed when Norah did. At 8 pm.
This morning, after 11 hours of sleep, I think I am better. I seriously don't know if I've been sick or what -- it's like I have "kinda sick" symptoms but not totally. It's weird. (I also had very strange dreams last night; fever dreams? I don't know, but I can tell you there were zombies. And I haven't been watching or reading any zombie stuff as of late.)
Despite the travel and the not feeling on top of my game, I did keep up with the running over the weekend, although I'm sad to report that I totally missed out on great running in DC (weather was PERFECT). There just wasn't time for more than a short treadmill run in my hotel early Saturday morning.
I'm hoping that this week is a week of routine -- I could really use a "regular" week -- and I hope I get over whatever "bug" I've had. I've been alternating between chills and sweats for almost 4 days now, so if I'm not over it soon, I'm certain it's the plague.