It's Sunday morning early. Funny how my internal clock has never changed from the working life to some sort of more leisurely schedule. Its been a full decade now since I've had to sleep to schedule, yet the clock still holds sway.
I can't have a lie-in, ever. No alarm required, its 0430-0530 every day. A half-hour rest in the early afternoon, and to bed at 2100-2200 every night. I can push that bedtime a bit if required, but I won't wake any later in the morning.
Amazing the cats have a likewise very strict schedule. Hobbes and the rest of the pride have completed morning activities. He's settled in for the first post-breakfast nap after a good thorough clean:
The Swede likewise piled in:
Grrr is behind me in a little plush sack by the staircase, tactically secure against the an old radio cabinet my dad built and the side of the landing. Pop is up the cat-tree, and Caledonia over under her favourite window. All to schedule, all quiet.
Of course, the rest of the humans aren't even caught up to us; still in their night's slumber.
Mike, I read you're worried you might be running me off with the recounting of your med woes. Nah, not the case. If anything, I just have nothing to say at the moment, and thats fine. I'm of the sort where its easy for me to dive into the sewer of despair, start paddling and wallowing about, and unfortunately splashing others in the process, so I try not to do that. It does me no good and it does you no good. That of course is me, never have gotten beyond that stereotype of the stiff upper lip to let my feelings out or "share". Drives my wife up the wall. Grin!
Vids and my guilt. Don't stop posting them, but know I don't get to them in a timely manner so you might well not see comment simply because I might not get to one for weeks. By then of course the comment is lost in the manner this site orders things. The old one used to bump threads to the top based on the last comment, one thing I miss. Otherwise, this site is really nice and I've grown quite accustomed to it.
Why I fall behind so dreadfully is because I can't afford to be physically inactive during the day. I have to move around, indeed force myself to do so, or I'll set up like a bound spring. It's my way of not letting things like arthritis win. I have to be careful to limit my time on a task, no matter how interesting because of the spine; very easy to overdo then the big muscles back there slam down to guard it. Then it's icepacks to get the swelling down. So, set a timer or an alarm, then assiduously take a half-hour break in a comfy chair. Here's when a cuppa comes good; I wonder if that is why tea became a habit to us culturally?
Anyway, and just as assiduously, that half-hour must be monitored so that things don't take a set, for they will! Up we get and back into motion for another go of that cycle. I have three comfy chairs; one in the front room, one in the cellar where I build models and fuss with clocks, and one in the workshop out back.
The workshop has four bays, but only three are occupied with cars. The fourth has workbenches and the aforementioned chair, as well as floor padding, bookshelves, a small refrigerator, a Keurig machine, and an electric kettle. Spending the money on insulation and temperature control in that building was one of the smartest investments I've made in my current condition. I can be comfortable any time of the year, whether in work or rest mode, and that is so important now.
I don't know where I get it (Grin!) but I don't handle defeat well, I push myself in a regimented manner but with a sole purpose of winning the battle, and get pretty cranky when the tide turns against me. Winning is wonderfully uplifting, even the little skirmishes, and I won't give it up.
I will get to the Vulcan vid, though. I share the love of that aircraft...