Thursday I did a personal restart. The workweek was tough physically and mentally exhausting. The restart wasn’t without issues though. An example: you know when you restart a computer and sometimes it comes back up, hangs, and you have to manually power off and then back on. Well, I sort of had to do the same thing.
I was in bed Thursday morning for about 45 minutes when the neighbors across the street had a crew of guys start taking down a few big trees so the sounds of chainsaws and booms of falling wood filled the morning and into the afternoon. After about 4 hours of on and off opening and shutting my eyes, I just got up. I didn’t feel right the rest of the afternoon. A shower maybe gave me 10 good minutes of clarity but the rest of it was a fog. So after dinner, I went to the recliner and started to think of all the things I wanted and needed to do as I polished off a small bowl of ice cream.
And that is when it happened. I think my mind took over and just hit the power off button. I found my finger on the recliner recline button and the leg extension began to rise and then the back started to fall and I’m saying no no I got to get up but it just kept going till I was almost flat. And with no control over my hand, a finger hit the heat button. I squirmed and tried to resist for a minute or two but the chair had hit the power off button on my behind. You know, how a hung computer sometimes struggles to even shut down but then it successfully closes everything and like the ending scene in The Terminator, the red eyes go blank. That is how it felt.
So I woke early Friday on the cool, wet, and breezy east coast of the US before sunrise again. Though that is not a bad thing, I felt refreshed. Getting some proper rest is essential. Yes, I’m telling you to do as I say and not as I do. I’m saying I know the other side and the price the body and mind can pay. And I’m one of the lucky ones who after decades of it still hasn’t keeled over from it.
Over time I’ve learned that with age comes limits. I can’t do the 60-80 hour workweeks I used to put in for decades. If I did I certainly would be alive now. Nowadays I limit it to 4 – 12 hour days and that is it. That is tough enough in my mid 60’s body and mind and given it’s overnight it’s especially difficult some weeks. Limiting it to less than 50 hours is more than enough with the other things I’m trying to accomplish in life.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- My granddaughter is becoming aware of the camera so I’m getting sneakier with it.
- I’ve been very fortunate in life. Yes, I’ve had some bad in it. But thankfully I’ve had a lot of good also.
- A salute to Sir Captain Tom Moore the man who raised millions to fight Covid passed of it this week. You have my respect and sympathy for the family.
- I’ve been very fortunate in my professional life and have been blessed with mostly good people and places to hang the shingle.
- I have my first injury from my grandchildren. I was stepping over toys and tweaked my knee good. I look forward to many more pains from many more grandchildren.
- We need to make penalties much steeper for those people trying to scam seniors.