Balancing Act

My friend James considers himself a Taoist, and as such believes everything in life has balance. Everything except cell phones apparently, but nevermind.

I was considering that thought - balance - today when I worked my day with a splitting headache. Five (!) Advil were not enough to quelch the throbbing pain. It's still lingering, albeit smaller now than before.

It is my cosmic balancing effort, the pain that makes me move slowly and shy from the light. For to earn this pain, I had to suffer the pleasure of a tremendously fun night out. Perhaps, the greatest night out that I have had in...months. Quite. Probably the Pirate Party tops it for fun in the past 6 months, but that's the highest bar you can set. Whenever a party is conducted to such an extent that even the dogs are dressed up and boogying down, you KNOW its a fun time. Last night was close to that.

And therefore, here I am today. At work, productive and cheerful, but if that afternoon sunlight slicing through my window here in my office gets any more sharp, I am going to...ouch. That thought hurt. Back to the grind