Kinda survived the 4th of July weekend. Took it easy as I could. Skipped a concert I would have liked to see. Casual gathering Sunday then a day trip to a lake and saw some firework Monday. Fun day indeed.
I’m guessing I had a “blip in the radar “ probably in my sleep. Slept way to much yesterday and today.
Back again tonight. Boooo!
Finally got some sleep last night. Still felt groggy until about 11:00 in the morning. Forced myself to do some yard work. Like a light switch my energy went up and I got my confidence back. Maybe a little to much. No afternoon nap and still awake. The confidence boost I get is borderline manic.
Suddenly remembering that when I had to spend some time at my Sister's house (I was a teen), I slept on the couch and the way that her husband would wake me is by taking one of my big toes and gently pulling it.
Sorry, just remembered that, wanted to share.
I'm going to be up probably all night because I slept all day and messed up my sleep schedule.
I've been awake for a couple hours. It's a little after four a.m. here. Our daughter called us about two hours ago. She was having a panic attack. She moved to Texas a couple months ago (1000+ miles away). Wanted a fresh start. She's 29, good job skills (data analyst), stays in great shape (obsessively), but a bit of a mental wreck. This morning she was crying, didn't know what to do, etc. We talked her down. She's better now, banana and peanut butter in the early morning can work wonders. My wife's asleep. Our dog (Corgi---my wife's choice. I wanted a Catahoula, but I chose the first two dogs. It was her turn) is curled up between us, snoring.
I guess the point of this, if there is one, is that everyone's life sucks at times, and that it's all relative. So it goes.
I remember that. The only thing we were allowed was a can of squirt oil, for the wheels while racing. Never won a single trophy. Motocross, when THAT happened to the World, I got a third place trophy. Once. Too much of a bookworm, I guess. Spent most of my life in academia.