Afternoon, Saturday, October 28, 2023, Lithia, Florida
“It must be October, the trees are falling away and showing their true colors.” ― Charmaine J Forde
Hi, folks. It’s almost mid-afternoon here in the Tampa Bay area on this, the last Saturday of October 2023. It’s sunny and warm (85°F/29°C) outside; I just stepped back inside after sitting on one of the chairs on the front porch and reading a couple of chapters from James D. Hornfischer’s Who Can Hold the Sea: The U.S. Navy in the Cold War, 1945-1960.
I usually don’t sit out front to read books, but the Internet was temporarily down, and I didn’t want to be sitting at my desk waiting impatiently for the Wi-Fi signal to come back. Besides, I’ve gotten into an unhealthy routine of staying at my desk from dawn to way past dusk, and I do need to get fresh air and sunshine.
He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.”― Ernest Hemingway, A Clean Well-Lighted Place
Today’s post will be brief because I’m exhausted after a particularly acute case of insomnia; I can’t say for sure, but I don’t think I slept more than one hour last night and this morning. If I’d slept normally, I would have written this post during the late morning hours, published around noon, then taken a rest break so I could work on Reunion: Coda.
“Why can I never go back to bed? Who’s is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?” ― Emilie Autumn
Well, even though I’ve had two cups of coffee with my breakfast, I’m still tired and feeling like I went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson. So, obviously, it’s unlikely that I’ll write anything on my Word document where the Reunion: Coda manuscript is saved. I’d have to feel a hell of a lot more alert and enthusiastic than I do now. And after a night and early morning when I only got one hour-long catnap, the likelihood of that occurring is like that of me scoring a date with Amy Adams.
Oh, well, there’s always tomorrow.
I just hope I get some shuteye tonight.
Anyway, that’s all that I can write now. Until next time, my friends, stay safe, stay healthy, and I’ll catch you on the sunny side of things.
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