Month: May 2017

They were gone on Wednesday.

I slept super deep Wednesday night and discovered that I may have a new problem.

I slept super deep!

I’ll have to set a redundant alarm to make sure I don’t oversleep.

I’ll adapt!

The apartment complex itself was a lot more quiet Wednesday night. I suspect that is because there were people coming to that apartment at all hours of the day and night. I noticed almost immediately. There wasn’t nearly the number of cars stopping with their engines running directly under my bedroom window. No more doors slamming, or tapping on the windows.

The other thing that is notably missing is an organic stench. Imagine the scent of skunk and campfire wafting up through the floor or open windows. That is a relief as well, I have no idea what that smell was but I’m glad it’s gone.

As an aside, absolutely NOTHING will eliminate that smell. But I can tell you which air fresheners, short of electrostatic aircleaners come close.

I was looking online for surplus NASA or Submarine airscrubbers. Thankfully I can now stopp that search. Unless I want to continue building my fallout shelter, ahem…

So now I get to sleep at night, I wonder what that is going to be like.

I’m looking forward to finding out.

For all the Mom’s out there kissing Boo Boos and bandaging scraped knees.

Thank You

I hope all of you are taken out to breakfasts and treated to the trash being taken out without you asking, and that you have the whole day spent with your feet up enjoying your families.

Or I spend too much time driving…

Probably a bit of both.

It takes until my “Sunday” to recharge enough to have my brain actually start to fire on all cylinders again.

Just in time to shut my head down again to deal with the demands of work.

By my “Friday” my head is tapioca. I’m mentally and physically exhausted. Typically I’m in bed by 6:00 PM. I’ll sleep until 6:00 AM then wake up, and still be bone tired.

I’ll have a cup of coffee, some breakfast, then clean up the apartment, and get on the road to my house… It’s a tough drive.

When I get to the house, I start laundry, and decide if the yard work has to be done. Often I’ll vaccum, but lately I’ve been so tired it’s all I can do to get up the freeway. The past two weeks I’ve been physically hurting. The aching doesn’t stop until the afternoon of my “Sunday”. Just in time for me to hop back on the freeway and slug my way down the freeway again.

Then the grind starts all over again.

I’m on a hamster wheel, so that annoying squeeking you’re hearing is me running in place.

The alternative however is less enticing than this, so I’ve been applying the philosophy,

“Close your eyes, and think of England.”

Hey, whatever works!