-Let’s take it back to last night at 11:57pm.-
Oh my God. The older I get, the more difficult sleeping becomes. If it’s not the odd aches and pains in odd places it’s the forgetting. I’ll wake up with soreness in an appendage that feels like I’ve been lifting weights but the most strenuous thing I can remember doing the day before is sneezing. And then I’ll have days where I’m working all day, digging, walking and more and then have no soreness at all. Perhaps as you get older your body stores pain for rainy days. No, that’s called arthritis. But it seems it stores it for random days just to throw out on a whim l. Hey, thought you could sit there and read comfortably huh? Ha! Fat chance tubby!!
So my subconscious apparently told me to go get something out of the living room. And that’s where I found myself. Here I am standing and staring at the wall for what I can only guess is about two minutes. I’m not sure exactly how long because the last thing I remember was being in bed reading. But my feet feel like they’ve been standing for about that long. Of course that could just mean rains on the way. Something in my brain told me to come in here and apparently my autopilot is set to dumbass. So here I am. Writing this to quell the frustration of getting older and becoming the moron my wife knows that I am. -let’s take a moment to bless my heart and be thankful for her level of love and toleration- I sit down and take a drink of water in case I came in here due to thirst. That doesn’t feel like the answer but at least I’m a hydrated idiot now. I don’t know what it was so I go back to bed and lie there now unable to sleep because my blood pressure is up due to all of the walking and standing around being dumb. I bet if someone did a study they’d find that being forgetful causes a lot of people to have high blood pressure. I’m gonna lie here in the dark now until I go to sleep or forget I was trying to sleep and end up reading again.