A nice but cold day we were having yesterday when dusk began infiltrating, preparing our little nook of the world for darkness which messed with our day pretty much as it does most days about that time. It seems like the lessening of natural light allows some of the enthusiasm for the day to evaporate. As it leaves it somehow mellows a person which turns grins into yawns and strong thoughts of a fully reclined position begins to dominate. It usually doesn't take long for it to become strong enough to put your body to bed.
I've noticed as I've aged that my eyesight can be tricked into passing the message to the decider that it is dark when it may not be. This can cause the decider to have me in bed quite a bit before real time dark and it happens more often than I want to admit. This problem does allow me to wake fairly early which is my most favorite time of the day, followed closely by going to bed.
Also yesterday Glenda finally decided that she didn't feel all that good and was coming down with something. She has been saying maybe for a couple days but she is more positive now. I can't see too much wrong with her but how she might feel is a different matter. Not that I can't slip in a feel after she goes to sleep but that darn Mikey begins to growl when I do which wakes her before I can get a true feel of things. He never voices any concern when I scratch an itch on my body so how does he know that I'm not trying to scratch an itch on Glenda? I'm thinking the change in my breathing might be his clue.
These missives that I refer to as a n-o-t-e might only be an acronym as in, No Opinion Truthfully Expressed or maybe, Nothing Obviously To Envy. I don't know! Just trying to write something using my sick and unbalanced mind as my guide. I don't care how wild the ride the sick thing takes me on, I want to hold on and stay mounted for as long as I can. Yeah, I know there are those who might think that I was bucked off a long time ago but I'd rather think it's because everyone's ride is not necessarily the same.
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"Folks ride to and fro upon tigers which they dare not dismount. And with age the old tigers begin getting hungry." -Annon
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Monday, December 22, 2008
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