Blown…

Last night’s wind was brutal. I walked downtown from Chelsea to attend a dinner, and my hair whipped my face for blocks. The wind also exacerbated my allergies, defeating the Claritin in my system. I was a little rumpled and disgruntled by the time I got to the restaurant, but a couple of red wines and a fastidiously prepared beef tenderloin returned me to an even keel

Still, I feel like the weekend has gotten away from me. I’ve cleared a few more boxes out, And processed some more piles of paper. I got rid of a bunch of video tapes, cutting the cord on some stuff that I now know I’m never going to watch again. I’ve got a lot of reading to do and have been experiencing some real energy swings, feeling wiped out in the middle of the afternoon.

Maybe what’s happening is that as I’m getting down to the more difficult decisions in terms of this clutter, there are more psychological effects. And that’s what’s causing my stress reactions.