Thoughts & Musings for Sunday, October 4, 2020
Hello, there, Dear Reader. It’s morning here in Somewhere in Florida, USA. As I start this, the temperature outside is 72˚F (22˚C) and it’s raining. With humidity at 95% and a breeze blowing from the northeast at 4 MPH/7 KPH, the feels-like temperature is also 72˚F (22˚C).
It is going to be like this all day, according to the forecast on my computer’s weather app, which means that the one activity that I was looking forward to today will not happen. I had planned on going out for another, longer walk (compared to yesterday’s brief stroll) and perhaps taking a book along so I could sit on a park bench and read while at the same time getting a bit of fresh air. Great. Just freakin’ great.
I went to bed earlier than usual last night. I don’t know at what time, exactly; all I know is that I didn’t dawdle on Facebook as long as I usually do in the now-empty and lonely nights I’ve been experiencing since August. I ate a rather meager dinner of fried chicken wings heated in the microwave; my caregiver went away for the weekend and left me in the rather indifferent care of her three college-age kids. After that, I watched part of a History Channel documentary, The Korean War: Fire and Ice, on DVD, then read for a while until I got sleepy.
The downside to my going to bed early is that I woke up at 4 AM. I don’t know why, exactly. Maybe my body clock is “set” so that I wake up after I’ve slept X hours, or maybe I had a bad dream and woke up. (If so, I don’t remember the dream.) In any case, all I know is that one moment I was at ease in bed – alone, sadly – and the next I was wandering to the kitchen to look at the clock on the microwave. It was 4:15 AM!
Ugh. I did not want to be up at 4:15 AM; I usually end up feeling lethargic and irritable when I don’t get enough sleep. I wanted to go back to bed and catch some more Z’s and wake up sometime around…now.
That did not happen.
I tried reading in bed, but the lighting in this entire house is so not reader-friendly. The lamp on my nightstand has a shade and the light from the bulb is not exactly the brightest source of illumination. Neither is the light on the ceiling. Even with the combination of the two turned on simultaneously there isn’t enough light for me to read easily, so after listlessly scanning – not really reading – a couple of pages, I gave up the effort, turned off both lights, and tried to go back to sleep.
And failed. Miserably.
And to make matters worse – it’s raining.
As soon as I post this, I will go to the kitchen and make my breakfast. Nothing fancy, mind you, but at least I’ll get some sustenance for the body, if not for the soul.
After that, more than likely I’ll be here at my desk, writing another blog post.