Day 234 – Siren Song

Last day of the week arrived just in time.
Although a day that consists of meetings from 10am – 4pm is not exactly the ideal way to end the week. I choose to focus on the ending rather than the means-by-which.

I had hoped to spend some time at Wet’n’Wild to disconnect the working week from the non-working weekend, but the weather had other plans. As I was driving to the park I got stuck in traffic, spotted lightning on the horizon, and had a downpour start on me.

When I got to the park, the gates were closed and people were leaving in droves. I waited a while with my friends to see if the situation would improve, but the lightning kept the park shut for 45 minutes after I arrived at which point I gave up. By that stage there were already only 23 cars left in the parking lot. I’d never seen it that deserted before.

Had the park re-opened, it’d have been an awesome way to end the week, even having to brave the rain. Having the park all to ourselves would have meant unlimited rides without queues. I would heartily recommend that experience, even at the price of a bit of rain or wind.

Instead I headed home.

And I moved the last vestiges of my Ativ 700 onto the XPS 15. One machine down, one more to consolidate. 15″ already doesn’t look as large as it did when I first got it. Maybe I’ll have a chance over the weekend to bring the contents of my PC across as well. Then it’ll be eBay time for both.

I need to make sure I don’t let myself be tempted by this PCs siren-song though. I really need to get a good night’s sleep so that I’m fresh for the gym. Too often before have I experienced “lost time” at the hand of my latest gadgets.

Day 226 – Fatigue

Still not getting to sleep at a reasonable time.
It’s not that I’m not tired, but my brain is too alert and swirling with ideas.

Maybe this is just like how it can be hard to fall asleep when a problem is still stuck in my head. When that happens I’ve had a lot of success with writing everything down that I might worry about forgetting and then it just allows itself to switch off.

Maybe something similar applies here.

Tomorrow evening I will start putting all my ideas somewhere that I will not forget them. Fingers crossed that’ll help.

And in between I make ice cream.
Sin will be over to make Port Pears with me.
There will be pictures.

There won’t be samples.


Day 219 – Sleeeeeeeeep

On the positive side, my migraine is gone today. There is nothing worse than a migraine.

Except perhaps sleeping very poorly?

I was so happy that the migraine was over last night. I set my alarm for an early start at 7:00, I went to bed at about 23:30. It should have been fine. Except for the growing panic around 1:00 when I was still awake and rolling over and over and over.

I think I slept for maybe 4-5 hours, and I’ve felt like a zombie all day. I still feel very tired right now, and I’m starting to get sleepy. But weirdly, when pushing through a day this weird adrenaline thing happens where although tired I cannot sleep any more. It’s probably not healthy.

I’ll also want to briefly double-check everything I did at work when I get in tomorrow just to make sure I didn’t just think I did it right. It’s a bit like being drunk, but without the pleasant furry feeling of alcohol in the bloodstream.

I had another thought just now, but it escaped.
If you see a stray thought, please put it under a glass and leave a note.
I’ll look on the counter when I wake up.


Day 201 – End and Beginning

I feel spacey.

A little like I’m drugged.

Extrapolating from an earlier step-count, I am guessing that today involved around 70k-80k steps. My legs hurt. My ass hurts. My brain does not care. It was too much fun.

Back to work tomorrow.

I have no idea how I will go.

I’m going to crash into turbulent dreams shortly. I will wake, most definitely sore, possibly incapable of movement. If I make it out of bed, work will be interesting. If I make it to 4pm without crashing I’ll be happy.

I guess I need a day to catch up with 3 weeks of email triage.

I have no idea what awaits.

If I did, I don’t know that it’d make any difference.

Day 197 – Space-Time

This morning I discovered a rupture in the fabric of space-time down the hallway near the master bedroom.

We have two cats.

In many ways they are polar opposites:

  • Obie is white (mostly)
    Amber is black (mostly)
  • Obie enjoys showers (once wet)
    Amber hates showers (with a passion)
  • Obie hates lightning
    Amber sits at the screen door watching the lightning barely out of range of the rain splattering about her paws(!?)
  • Obie loves people (but is less cuddly these days)
    Amber is terrified of strangers (but not anymore)

When Amber wants something in the morning, she meows. She jumps on the bed. She walks over us to the other side of the bed. She jumps back off the bed, circles around, rinse, repeat.

The bedroom door is closed these days.

When Obie wants something in the morning, he scratches at the bedroom door, meowing and waits for some sucker to open it. This is very effective because he pauses random periods between attempts making it impossible to sleep through.

The hallway door is also closed these days.

On the whole, the airlock solution works well. The cats can do whatever they feel like to the hallway door, and with the second door in between me and the sound, I can barely tell when they do it. I readily sleep through their attempts now.

The Purrpetrator
The Purrpetrator

This morning Obie was the purrpetrator of disrupting my sleep. At about 8am he was scratching at the bedroom door hoping to be let in. I got up, carried him out of the hallway and closed the hallway door, and got back to bed.

That should have been it till I woke up properly.

At 8:30am, the same thing happened with a second Obie. I locked Obie-2 on the other side of the door as well and went back to bed.

Then at 9am, once more, the same thing. Obie-3 also left on the other side, I finally got to sleep till I could sleep no more at about 10am. Miraculously, when I went to feed the cats, there was only one Obie left on the other side of the door.

I have no idea what happened to the other two, nor which Obie we now have left.

The only logical conclusion I can come to though is that the other two came through a tear in space-time that recurred this morning somewhere between 8am and 9am, somewhere in the hallway. I presume that a similar phenomenon swallowed two of the Obies in the kitchen later; I just hope it was the corresponding copies, otherwise the universes might now be out of balance.

Day 192 – Still no Extra Sleep

I have been mistakenly under the impression that holidays have extra sleep in them. For some reason this luxurious possibility has not actually materialized in mine yet. The gym often gets me up early to get to my morning classes to kick off the day, and then a variety of other chores including writing of blog posts has been keeping me up later than I had hoped.

My resolution for the coming week is to have at least 2-3 nights where I wake up of my own accord before I have to be awake.

I’m not actually sleep-deprived either… I get enough… but I just want more!

Maybe I should extend my leave by another week.
I’m sure nobody would object to that.
I bet work barely notices my absence. 😉