November 4th, 2014

hindenburg

Damn, This Is Trivial

I slept for eight hours. Unfortunately it was from half past four in the afternoon to half past midnight. I did wake up a couple of times, but was so disoriented that I thought it was too early to get up and so went back to sleep. This is why I need a clock that I can see from the couch without squinting. The digital readout on the cable box is just too small. Ideally, I would have an enormous analog clock face on my ceiling that I could see even when I didn't have my glasses on. Not going to happen, of course.

Now I've got the problem of trying to arrange today, when I have an afternoon appointment with the chiropractor. Should I try to stay awake until then? Should I try to take a mid-morning nap? Will I even be sleepy enough to take a mid-morning nap? Whatever happens I must be awake for the adjustment, as one of the reasons for the long unintended nap was that the discomfort in my neck has been interfering with my sleep schedule for the last few days. It really needs to be straightened out.

So here I am at an odd hour and at loose ends. I'd write more, but I can't concentrate. I'd go out and watch the moon but it's too cold. I'll probably end up going back to the television. Actually I'm not sure what I'm doing at all. I must remember to put out the wheelie bin, though. I didn't get around to it last night and I don't want to do it now because it is noisy and will disturb the neighbors. So I have four hours to kill before my next definite task arrives.

I am now thoroughly boring even myself. Time to shut up.
laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Adjusted

This morning I managed to get a second sleep, for about three hours, so I was reasonably refreshed for my afternoon visit to the chiropractor. The adjustment went well, as far as I can tell, though my neck is still a bit sore from the last couple of days of being out of whack. Maybe I pulled muscle in my sleep. I really have no idea what I get up to when I'm sleeping. For all I know I could be turning sleep cartwheels.

On the way home I stopped at Safeway, but still no small pumpkin pies (small pies, not pies made from small pumpkins.) The clerk in the bakery told me they hadn't run out, but they were simply never delivered. The conspiracy to deprive me of pie goes all the way to the top of the company, I'll bet! There's some guy in their office in Pleasanton who has it in for me— or more likely for everybody who can't afford to shop at those other stores that Safeway executives shop at (I'm looking at you, Whole Foods!) Just get the pies delivered, you toffee-nosed suburbanites!

Ah, well, I guess that's what I get for living out in the sticks.

What I also get for living out in the sticks is a very quiet night. Aside from a dog up the block who was barking at some passing raccoon or maybe one of the feral cats, it's as though everybody in town has already gone to bed. By half past seven there were no lights on at any of the houses on the block. Maybe the neighbors all forgot to turn their clocks back this year. I finally got all both of mine turned back, but I'm still not used to the early darkness. I keep thinking I'm late for something, though I have no idea what.

Time to go look at the nearly-full moon.