September 6: Stopping to Rest

Today spent $25 for a no frills town-sponsored campsite about five minutes from the truck stop I stayed in last night. (Only my third time in a campground since launching November 1, 2019, thanks to solar.) Despite generators running all night, and being on the brink of a full moon eclipse in Pisces, I was able to sleep almost 10 hours. I think it left me with a hangover of sorts. My brain is foggy and my temples are pounding enough I decided not to drive the 90 minutes to my next destination. I no doubt need some sustenance, too, because I haven’t eaten much since … finding out three days ago a very close friend died in her sleep. Natural causes. She was younger than me by almost a decade. And her super power was helping damsels in distress. I was one of those damsels and in the past five and a half years, I had my fair share of distress. Three instances come instantly to mind. Her family asked people not to put it out on social media, so the pictures and the rest of the story will wait. And I will keep sitting with it. It was my choice to travel west, it’s put me far from everyone I know. And I could really use a hug and a good cry. But I don’t cry. Or can’t. Unless it’s a sappy movie, a wedding, or other emotional high. Tears don’t come for sadness, pain, or loss so there’s no physical release. There’s probably a reason why but I haven’t figured it out yet. 
PS: I’m about two hours east of Cheyenne, Wyoming. Last night it got down to 38.