I wonder if funksta dumps is anything like Ivan Neville’s Dumpsta Funk?! In my case…it certainly is not…there’s no fun, up-beat funkiness happenin’ here right now. I am in the dumps bad…in such a funk…I need to unplug for a while. I can’t seem to eek out the rest of this thesis and I’m in such a state about moving back East that it’s ridiculous. Even I’m fed up with myself! The countdown is on, the good-bye party is planned, and the sentimental last visits to my ‘fave haunts have begun. For the first time in my gypsy, wayward life, I’m seriously hurting at the thought of leaving my life here behind. It’s not that I’m not excited or looking forward to moving “home” on the other coast…but I’m mourning the closing of this chapter here on the left side.

My goofy AB system is reacting in true form. My tummy is upset, I’ve not been sleeping well, I’m cranky and headachy and can’t focus for anything. All of these things have of course led to complete non-compliance and a craving for sweets unlike any I have known in a while. Needless to say, when I succumb to these sugary detours, my already churning stomach and aching head only hurt worse.

Grrr…I’m not going to tell you what my plans are because you already know. If I can scratch up enough motivation, I’ll go to the market, get some bennies and load up on a ‘fridge full of the good stuff, rather than the bad stuff. I don’t enjoy just going through the motions, and I’m barely doing even that now, but I think for the time being…it’s the best I’ve got.

Here’s hoping that y’all’re doing a bit better than me…keep smiling, lean into the breeze and wonder wistful wonders…take care…be well…breathe…