Hi there, Dear Reader.
It’s early afternoon here in Lithia, Florida, on a sunny and mildly warm fall afternoon on Friday, September 30, 2022. If it weren’t for all the patio furniture that neither the Caregiver nor the three young adult children have not bothered to take back outside, you’d never know that only two days have passed since Hurricane Ian passed through Central Florida on its way to the Atlantic Ocean and the southeast coast of the United States.
We here in Fish Hawk Ranch – the sprawling development that makes South Florida’s Fountainbleau Park (where I lived from February 1978 to April 2016) look tiny in comparison – got off lightly, compared to Sanibel Island, Ft. Myers, and other communities on the Gulf Coast that were hit by the storm during its Category Four stage. Ian made landfall to the south of us, and even though its winds did cause some damage and power outages in other parts of Hillsborough County, our neighborhood was spared both from Hurricane Andrew-level devastation and weeks-long power outages.
I am still tired from the stress that comes even from a near-miss by a powerful tropical system; I had a hard time falling asleep last night, and for a while there I feared that I’d have to deal with yet another bout of insomnia. I didn’t; I finally got drowsy sometime after 1 in the morning and slept until 8 AM. Still, I was restless, and now, several hours later after I reluctantly got up to make coffee and figure out what to eat for breakfast, I’m still tired, irritated, and trying to cheer myself up.
I wish I had the energy and/or the motivation to write about a more interesting topic, like Vladimir Putin’s Hitlerian and illegal annexation of four Ukrainian regions occupied by the army of the Russian Federation or the intractability of Ginni Thomas, the Trump-supporting wife of Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, who insisted yesterday in an interview with the January 6 committee that she still believes the 2020 Presidential election was “stolen.”
Alas, I don’t have either the energy or the motivation to write about the war in Ukraine or Ginni Thomas’s stubborn desire to push conservative conspiracy theories.
I’m also not in the mood to write any reviews, which are some of my favorite types of posts to write for my blogs. Again, my mind and body are tired, and it’s already almost midafternoon. Writing a review that I have planned for usually takes me between two and three hours to write and edit; producing one “out of the blue” would take up more time, since I must choose something to review, then do some research into the item’s background, then spend two to three hours writing the damn thing.
It’s not like I have a busy social agenda that would be rudely interrupted if I chose to go with the “write a review” option; I don’t go out on my own here, and I don’t have friends in the area that I can call and invite over to visit. But as much as I love writing – let’s face it, it’s the one thing I am good at – I do get tired of being at my desk all day, every day, without a change of scenery or even a friend to talk to in person.
So, if I write a review, I’ll probably write one this weekend or early next week.
I do need to take a shower and change into clean street clothes; I hate lounging about in my pajamas all day, even though I have no real reason to get dressed as if company was coming or I were to step out for a quick walk outside. Besides, I like the way I feel when I take a hot shower and put on a fresh outfit, even if it’s just for me. So, I think I’ll go do that as soon as I put this on WordPress.
And on that note, Dear Reader, I will say “So long.” Until next time, Dear Reader, stay safe, stay healthy, and I’ll catch you on the sunny side of things.