I can't even begin to understand the last two days of my life.  They have left me befuddled and lost.  No, not that there is an interesting story here.  Just another couple days in my life.

   I shall go back a few more days to start this story.  On Thursday some Belgians arrived to visit.  This had all the potential of being a tense or enjoyable visit.  Why?  Well there is the slight problem that i had once declared my love to this girl.  And i had not seen her face to face since then.   Granted, after the declaration and the requisite let's just be friends speech, we continued to correspond and kept up our friendship, this was still to be the first time we have met.  And then you add to this that she is bringing a boy friend, not a boyfriend, a boy friend.  They have some sort of vague relationship that they are unwilling to define right now. 

   It doesn't matter though. It had been a few years since i had seen her and i was looking forward to it, in spite of the apprehension.  They arrived and the next three days became a whirlwind of excitement.  There was never any problem about the ancient history, we were just friends and i the host.  

   Although, i found it to be a rather high stress visit as they are quite high maintenance guests.  Neither of them like the same things and finding things to do was very difficult. I do not think that in the long run they would be very good travel companions for each other.  So we walked, a lot, almost 40 km's in two days.  The next day we went to Victoria and walked 15 km's more.  We saw the outsides of a huge number of places.  They were nice. Thankfully i have been in them all before.   So, aside from the fact that at times this was a little frustrating and i don't think my feet have ever hurt so much, it was actually a very nice weekend.  Then Sunday night, i left them in Victoria and came home.  Alone. Sweet, Sweet, alone.

   Because our plans had been so vague, i had taken monday and tuesday off as vacation days in case they wanted to do something with me then as well.  This is where my days turn into a fugue state.   I did nothing.  Not just nothing, but NOTHING.  I intended to do some writing, i intended to do some work. i intended to read some books.  I did none of these things. i lay on the couch.  ok, i did watch tv. really, horribly bad tv.  Monday i didn't leave the house.  i didn't even fill up my couch potato time with eating.  I don't remember if i ate anything on monday at all, but, yeah, there was some chips and salsa eaten at one point.  On tuesday though, at 7 pm, i had neither eaten nor drank a single thing since i woke up at 8 a.m. I did not have the inclination either. 
   I just didn't feel like it. i wasn't depressed, i didn't have super low energy, i just didnt' want to do anything. Perhaps it was my bodies way of saying that i had spent too much time damaging it by walking while sore.  I still, well, i just don't get how not into anything i was.  I was in a daze for two straight days. I watched the most horrible movies ever.  The only one thing i did do was write an article about the new show Crossing Jordan.  Only that was something that wasn't due for a while. 

   Today, i got off the couch at about  5pm and i realized that i was sore, from lying there so much.  And disgusted.  From lying there so much.  And that i should eat, mostly because it had been quite a while. And, i should, you know, get some of my work done.  I still felt like a zombie, but it didn't seem to matter all that much.  At this point, i still haven't done any of my work. 
   I was about to, really, in tandem with this entry, but then the Belgian's returned.   They are staying tonight and then they are off to Banff and Lake Louise.   So, ok, now i am busy entertaining the Belgians with 10 Things I Hate About You, explaining it and talking to you at the same time.  Productive, i guess. Tomorrow, back to work, no time to be a zombie anymore.