You all know that old party game where one person in a room tells something to another person, then that person tells it to someone else, and so on, and so on, until we get to the last person in the room and it’s interesting to see how garbled the message has become? I’m currently dealing with a situation in real life that’s sort of like that, and it’s not funny at all.
I’m waiting now on a phone call to set a face to face meeting with a person who may have become an unwitting victim of incorrectly relayed messaging. A phone call to me last night tried to involve me in an impossible situation. But I made another phone call this morning to a person with authority over the situation, and he helped me see through the smoke of misunderstanding currently clouding things.
Hopefully the phone call I’m waiting for comes through today. If it doesn’t, I’ll try to track down the person tomorrow. I really need to have a face to face with him. He needs to see through the smoke, too.
This morning’s yard work included some much needed pruning of a big fig tree in my back yard. There is much more to be done on that tree, including cutting off some big dead branches and one that is very much alive but is growing onto my roof.
My small handsaw was able to handle some of the smaller branches today, but to deal with the bigger branches I’ve ordered a bigger saw.
The City of San Antonio has scheduled a Brush Collection Day for next Monday. Hopefully I’ll be able to get some of those big branches off the tree and hauled around to the front curb in time for the City to haul them away.
Once again all my bank accounts gave me good numbers when I checked them this morning. That does help me face the day ahead with confidence. Though I expect 2021 to be a rough year, financially, for most folks (and I expect it to get a lot rougher than most of them suspect, and soon) I seem to have structured my situation well enough to make it through without needing to make any hard choices.
This morning’s health metrics, on the other hand, were mixed. While my BP remains stable and very good, the bathroom scales did not treat me so kindly. Due to last night’s insomnia I’m sure, I’m three pound higher than yesterday. Time has proven that for me, it’s impossible to lose weight if I don’t sleep well. Here’s hoping that I sleep better Sunday night than I did Saturday night. My body will thank me if I do.
That my brain starts to shut down, my mental acuity noticeably dims in the evening about two hours before bedtime. And it’s interesting how that correlates to the two hours it usually takes me to become fully awake in the morning.
Sylvia wants me to give her a wake up call at seven o’clock in the morning on her work days. In order for me to do that in a responsible way, in order for me to be fully awake when I do that, I set my first alarm for five o’clock in the morning. My second alarm is set for six o’clock, just in case, but I’m always starting to rouse myself with that first alarm.
That morning routine has been natural for me for years. But it’s only recently, over the last few months, that I’ve noticed a similar pattern to my evenings. Though I like to think of ten o’clock at night as my “bed time,” it’s sometimes eleven o’clock before head actually hits pillow. But my eyelids start getting really heavy by nine o’clock most evenings. And doing anything that requires much thought after that is a risky proposition.