I ended up doing a headlong dive into bed and didn't get up for two days. I wanted to go out and celebrate, but my kid--normally the voice of monetary excess--talked me out of it. Guess living on financial aid does that to a person. I'm proud of him though--he gave up a good job to follow his dream and I hope he gets there.
I feel--and look--almost two hundred percent better. It's like my entire body is focused forward. Stress is damned aging and all that natural haircolor was freaking me out. Guess I wasn't meant to be that lean eighty year-old with the backpack, jeans and steel-gray ponytail doing world treks and "interesting" things. I'll settle for getting an ergonomic chair. Much as I love my circa 1940's desk, this thing is hell on my legs. Although...it might be good background for my (back on schedule) youtube video.