Good morning, Dear Reader. It’s mid- to late morning here in New Hometown, Florida as I sit in my study/bedroom and start on this first blog post of the day. It looks as though it’s going to be hot – again – on this Friday, October 9, 2020. Currently, the temperature outside is 75˚F under mostly sunny skies, but with humidity at 91% and an easterly breeze of 2 MPH (with maximum gusts of 5 MPH), the heat index is 81˚F in the shade and 84˚F in the open. The forecast calls for a high of 91˚F and possible thunderstorms in the afternoon; tonight’s low is expected to be 73˚F.
I didn’t sleep too well last night; I have a sofa/futon in my study, which is now also my bedroom. The Caregiver bought it on Wednesday at Walmart, but for various reasons she didn’t assemble it until her lunch break yesterday. She also bought a new desk that is smaller than the one I had originally; I hate it because it holds my Lenovo all-in-one PC, the mouse, the keyboard, and a few other items, but there’s no room for a printer.
Also, I hate the way the desk is oriented vis a vis everything else, especially the eyeline between the TV and the new sofa/futon. I wanted it flush against the far wall in front of the window; The Caregiver placed it between the TV and the sofa. In order to see the TV without having the view blocked by part of this monitor, I have to sit on the right hand corner of the couch and sit up as straight as possible. I can only do this for a short period of time because my back and neck muscles tend to alternate between tensing up and relaxing, and this is extremely tiring.
That, though, wasn’t the reason for my bad night’s sleep; the culprit was The Caregiver’s middle kid, who claimed the loft upstairs as his domain several months before I moved here in 2016. The young man is nice, and I get along with him well enough; he’s intelligent and a hard worker, and he is nice to me in his own way. But last night/early this morning…I have no idea what the hell he was doing, but it sounded like he was moving furniture around what amounts to be a small one-bedroom apartment sans a kitchen. And he was doing it well after midnight!
So, no. I didn’t sleep all that well. I reckon I slept a grand total of two hours, maybe two and-a-half on the generous side. As a result, I’m tired and a bit headachy, and as soon as I finish writing this blog post I will probably try to take a nap or at least lie on the couch while reading a book.
I watched the first three episodes –Remembrance, Maps and Legends, and The End is the Beginning – of Star Trek: Picard. Not in optimal TV viewing circumstances, as noted above, but so far the show seems to be a good extrapolation of what happened in the 24th Century after 2002’s Star Trek: Nemesis. I’d have to re-watch the three episodes before I can get a good “grip” on the story, but Picard has connections not just to Star Trek: The Next Generation, but also to Star Trek: Voyager and the Kelvin Timeline film Star Trek (2009). I seem to have liked what I saw, but I’m too sleep-deprived to give you a more in-depth critique now. Suffice it to say that just because it’s streamed on CBS All-Access and was created – in part – by Alex Kurtzman, it is a different show with a different style from Star Trek: Discovery.
Anyway, yeah. I’m tired and my mind feels as though it is mired in knee-deep mud, so I think I’ll close for now. I’ll publish this in about an hour from now (I started writing the post shortly before 9 AM, it’s now almost 10!), after which I might just go ahead and take the rest of the day off from writing. (I know, I know. You’re crushed by the prospect of reading only one post today…) If I feel up to it, I will come back with something else for you to read, Dear Reader. Until then, though, stay safe, stay healthy, and I’ll catch you on the sunny side of things.