i may have over done it with the hackathon. exhausted myself and a few days later, still recuperating.
interestingly, the way this recuperation is manifesting is in a profound sadness and feeling of loss. i can't quite peg why this feeling, but then again, did a feeling ever need an excuse to exist in the first place?
i suppose my body is telling me to chill out. i rarely chill out willing so, here we are!
what i'd prefer to do with my time, currently is:
-watch deadwood
-drink red wine
-cry periodically
-read fantasy novels
-slowly, ever so slowly, parse through some of Heidegger's writing
so this is what i'm doing. it is enough.
oh, and i may have a new gig coming into play in the next few days. this feels nice, my first work since working on my own app. it's nice to work on someone else's thing - less heart and soul to cloud (enliven) the experience.