I woke up this morning a new person, or perhaps a well-used but restored person. I was able to get out of bed, take a shower, eat a full meal sitting at a table, and even later in the day attend the festivities at the wooden boat show. Dan and I walked through the booths selling epoxy and marine windows, admired the luster of the hand-built skiffs and kayaks, the piercing masts of all the sailboats at harbor. We met a friend at a music stage and spent even more time wandering with her. I even got a new hat (number 4 on the trip) to replace the most recent which had too small a brim to be useful sun protection (it was a replacement for a hat I lost in the Pasayten, which was a replacement for the goat-chewed hat I started with and destroyed). A very fine day, all told. Port Townsend is an enchanting city, architecturally, scenically, and seagull-y (they are a prolific source of background noise here). I’m glad I was able to spend an awake day here.
I’m not one hundred percent yet. After being out for a few hours, I felt woozy and exhausted, and my stomach has been off all day (perhaps from the prolonged bout of emptiness). I decided to take one more day off tomorrow, knowing I will feel much better leaving after a day of generally good health, rather than still hovering in this recovery phase.