Lately, the reason for my long time between posts is my fear of returning to old habits. Repeat of my old ways of rant and rage, often comical in its presentation, and lacking in civility and all the facts. But, here I go, forgive my blatant naivety…
I believe the human race is in its final stages of existence. I doubt it will survive the century. The benefit here might be giving the planet and other species time to recover from the abuses of those placing governing power over the masses and greed above all else.
If any humans do survive, it needs to be those who live the good life. Those who care about people and the Earth. Those having no racial bias, greed, religion, or any of the other abusive and hateful activities to make themselves feel whole. Those who do not need to own land, make laws, or set up borders. Those who will use science and discipline to address and heal themselves, others, and the earth, from the abuses of their predecessors.
Dream on, old man, dream on. Way too many Star Trek’s and Twilight Zone’s for you. The reality is the scenario I dream of has no way of preventing some (or all?) of the the abusive and antagonistic players from surviving as well.
It will all just start over again.
I like cats AND dogs but will admit that my fondness for dogs arrived much later in life. During my youth I made no less than 3 visits to the hospital emergency room to get a shot after getting bit in the ass while trying to run away from a dog.
I came across the above photo on Imgur a little over a month ago and at first glance burst into laughter. This scraggly young kitten with oversized whiskers it may never grow into, in it’s owner’s face demanding to know, “What are we doing today, Boss?”.
I have a collection of about 80 cell phone wallpapers and I usually rotated through them on a loose 2 or 3 day schedule. I installed this cat as a wallpaper about 2 weeks ago or more, and rotation has stopped. No lie, every time my screen lights up to this image it puts a smile on my face or a chuckle escapes. And it lightens the Quarantine Blues.
If nothing else, reading this post may put you to sleep before you get too far in. You’re welcome. I had to do something to break this writer’s block.
My quality sleep issues began in my late teens or early twenties. Short of prescription drugs I tried a variety of methods to get a good nights sleep, from liquor, or weed (in the early years), or just staying up as late as possible until I fell asleep where I was sitting. My success at sleeping longer than 4 hours straight eluded me much more often than not. I needed more sleep than that.
After retirement I turned to an over the counter med called Melatonin. Once adjusting to the correct dosage I needed, it helped quite a bit and often got me over 6 hours sleep.
I should note that for the past 2 or 3 years or so, I awake in the middle of the night, usually between 2:30 and 3:30am, and stay awake most nights between 60 and 90 minutes. I write this off to being an old person.
I find that sleeping under a significant of number of heavy blankets in a cold room is helpful. The comfortable weight somehow eases me into a session of less interrupted sleep. Unfortunately, this doesn’t play well on hot summer nights.
For a number of years I’ve used digital devices to track and report my sleep behavior. Currently I use an Apple watch. I find out how often I woke up (some unnoticed by me) and for how long, as well as the times spent in the different sleep stages. The watch gives me stats on the overall sleep amount and the individual stages of quality and deep sleep, as well as my heart behavior.
But the war goes on. I was recently managing between 5 and 7 or more hours a night. I’ve slipped back into the mode of 4 to 5 hours often just giving up and rising between 4:30 and 5:00am, beating the sunrise. And with summer almost here, I can only hope it’s not going to be a non-stop scorcher. I need my blankies.