The rest was just a lovely dream, leaving no trace of the pain and agony of last week.
My body was wrecked - destroyed - by lack of sleep and trying to squeeze too much activity into each 24 hours. Every cell revolted and stubbornly sat down and refused to carry on the nonsense, forcing me to bed and to my favorite chair for a whole weekend of mindless nothingness. I felt my life draining away from me even as I tried to save it.
But today, the Universe restored my soul and filled me with the Love I've come to depend upon for my health and happiness.
And this... this is how I choose to live. I choose Love. Every fucking time.
"Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy."