Reset Forty-Three, Day Nineteen
Aug. 25th, 2022 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSleep did a weird thing to me Wednesday. It went all normalish on me. Around ten o'clock in the evening I started feeling sleepy, as I sometimes do, and as I'd only slept about six hours that morning I decided to take a nap. I put the computer into sleep mode, got into bed, read a few pages in a book and then nodded off, expecting to be up again by three o'clock. But when I finally got fully awake, after a bit of intermittent dozing near the end of the sleep period, I found that it was just past six o'clock.
Thanks to the tilt of the Earth on its axis, and its current position on its repetitive path around the sun, it was still dark outside, and I'm usually a bit depressed when I wake up in the dark, which I was indeed, but I'd just slept for about seven hours and it was too late to go back and try to sleep more, so I got up and started my day. It was a terrible thing to happen, but it's too late to fix it now. I'm on a normal schedule, at least for today. It is often said that into each life some rain must fall, but, as a Californian, I am predisposed to be skeptical of that claim. Now I am simply confused.
On the one hand, here's that rainy day, but on the other, it's still bone dry out there, not a cloud in the sky. How could a metaphor be so out of touch with reality? Is life utterly without meaning after all? Or am I just still dopey from sleep? These are questions that have puzzled philosophers for ages, or me for several minutes— I'm not sure which. Maybe I need a nap? Probably not.
Anyway, I drank some coffee (a rare event anymore) and now it looks like I'm up for the day, or at least the next several hours. Unless something very unusual happens I'm sure I won't be going anywhere, and I have no plans for doing anything, but I've got all these daylight hours to fill. Back in the days when I had an abundance of energy this would have been an opportunity, but I don't see it that way now. Now I just see breakfast time without breakfast, and hours stretching away beyond that into a bright oblivion. I'll probably sweep the floor. It could use it. So could my brain, but I probably won't do that. I've forgotten how.
Thanks to the tilt of the Earth on its axis, and its current position on its repetitive path around the sun, it was still dark outside, and I'm usually a bit depressed when I wake up in the dark, which I was indeed, but I'd just slept for about seven hours and it was too late to go back and try to sleep more, so I got up and started my day. It was a terrible thing to happen, but it's too late to fix it now. I'm on a normal schedule, at least for today. It is often said that into each life some rain must fall, but, as a Californian, I am predisposed to be skeptical of that claim. Now I am simply confused.
On the one hand, here's that rainy day, but on the other, it's still bone dry out there, not a cloud in the sky. How could a metaphor be so out of touch with reality? Is life utterly without meaning after all? Or am I just still dopey from sleep? These are questions that have puzzled philosophers for ages, or me for several minutes— I'm not sure which. Maybe I need a nap? Probably not.
Anyway, I drank some coffee (a rare event anymore) and now it looks like I'm up for the day, or at least the next several hours. Unless something very unusual happens I'm sure I won't be going anywhere, and I have no plans for doing anything, but I've got all these daylight hours to fill. Back in the days when I had an abundance of energy this would have been an opportunity, but I don't see it that way now. Now I just see breakfast time without breakfast, and hours stretching away beyond that into a bright oblivion. I'll probably sweep the floor. It could use it. So could my brain, but I probably won't do that. I've forgotten how.
