Better Night's Sleep
Wednesday. To bed just after nine, up with the alarm on an overcast some chance of rain morning, off to breakfast and back feeling pretty good. The sinus-upper palate problem seems in check. Yes, it's there, it's always there, but nothing to think or worry about. Also good. Overcast or not, we're ready for a decent day and an upcoming weekend they say will be sunny and warm. But enough cheer leading. We've bought the message and life is good.
Later. Mr. G has posted his second issue of Image Colorado with my Dykes on Bikes opus. Looks like I've been included in good company. Would have been interesting if the web had been available way back when I was in school. I suspect I'd have skipped publishing a print magazine and saved myself a bunch of dollars grief. Of course it was life nurturing/changing bunch of dollars grief. Best it went the way it did (but done with a whole lot more intelligence).
Anyway, a nap later in the morning, maybe thirty minutes of real sleep out of an hour lying down, off then to the morning café for a pastry, ice cream and coffee, a walk then back to the apartment. I'd debated what sort of lens to carry on the camera, decided on the 85mm f 1.4, something to make me see a little differently, but took not a picture. Some light mist under the overcast as I was walking, not quite rain, but then not encouraging me to carry the camera in hand but over the shoulder: out of sight, out of mind.
Out of pictures.
Indeed.
Later still. Some guitar, as I listened to the news in the background, going through the usual news sites on the web, the day progressing. I'd add this day to the now ever longer good day list. I was looking at some of the journal entries for March 2003 and it seems that was the month, February and March, some ten years ago now, the so called “dizziness” first arrived, leading to the first set of MRI's, MRA's, CT scans and the like. Ten years of bitching online. It even slows me down, not through the symptoms so much as the embarrassment.
But embarrassment doesn't seem to last as you age, a plus is my thought. Embarrassment is now more a sign you're not grown up yet. That time one night at Ms. X's party when you were loaded and did the fish dance with the lamp shade on your head? What's the problem? Embarrassed? Think of the colorful story you've given people to tell, even though Ms. X never invited you to a party again.
Evening. Another Korean thing, more a shoot 'em up car chase, car crash than anything else, but it's kept my interest. So much for any pretense of discernment. The head feels good, the evening otherwise goes well, we'll see if we can't get to bed even earlier and get a better night's sleep.
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