After Beer Week is Recovery Week

by Jon Sullivan - 2019-11-11

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I'm not the heavy drinker I used to be. And my one-meal-a-day life style doesn't like all day drinking either.

The Monday after Beer Week I'm feeling like crap. My body, brain, and metabolism have all gotten used to no booze, no breakfast or lunch, and no junk food. Pounding down beer and donuts with Mythical traveler Marilee was super fun, but hasn't gone over so well with my body. So it's back to a cup of black coffee as both breakfast and lunch, then a bowl of brown rice, black beans, and scrambled eggs for dinner.

I might get crazy and add some salsa.

People always seem incredulous about my one meal a day thing. "Are you really still doing that?", asked as if it's some embarrassing secret I have. Or maybe they are worried I'm slowly killing myself. After a couple years of it I've had to conclude eating 3-4 meals a day is just a bad idea. One big meal feels much healthier. But it does require you to do it as a lifestyle rather than now and then. And any calories at all counts as a meal.

So I'll get my body back into that schedule. Then screw it up again for Thanksgiving. As one does.

Beer week was otherwise a blast of course. Spending a weekend with the most wonderful woman I know of, sipping rare beers, eating gourmet bites, and planning our next epic adventure, is the best weekend I can think of. My body may be trashed, but my soul is very happy.

It's hard sometimes that so much of my happiness is just Marilee. I'm a happy person these days. But that happiness tops out when she's 2000 miles away. Being very very happy only happens when I'm close enough to touch her and make her laugh and set aside all the miles and IRL realities that separate us.

As she flies away I have Eric Johnson's live version of "April Come She Will" on perma-loop in my mind and in my heart.

April come she will,
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.

And the tears come.

And I set it all aside. Wave goodbye, and go back to my small dark cave, alone, as the life I like. I get ready for work with my two bath towels. One forest colored for Marilee, one desert colored for me. I might be happier if things were different. But they aren't. So life goes on and I'm happy for the great life I have. And thankful she's in her own happy place.

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Sharon Sullivan
2019-11-11 11:02:05 : I've cried e.nough in the last few days and now you make me do it again. Your happiness and heartbreak sear my soul deeply.

Marilee Harrison
2019-11-11 12:09:51 : I adore you Jon Sullivan. How blessed I am to have you in my life in whatever form that takes. Bittersweet is our life but I will take the bitter because the sweet is so epic.

Jon Sullivan
2019-11-11 12:09:51 : Don't be seared by sappy love songs.

Jon Sullivan
2019-11-11 12:43:56 : Marilee - I hope you know how proud I am of you.

SHARON SULLIVAN
2019-11-20 07:20:39 : Are you still recovering? Because we're bored without you.

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