What It's About
Friday. I don't usually go back and re-read old jounal entries, but I may go back when I'm feeling better and re-read some of these. Why? Let's just say the mental acuity leaves during the recuperation process and I'm curious how some of them will scan when read with a clearer head. I won't change any of them, that's one of the unspoken rules I use in keeping a journal (no matter how embarrassing), other than to make minor corrections where a line doesn't scan, the rhythm's wrong or it doesn't make any sense. I do find it a little embarrassing when I find a line that doesn't make any sense.
So how do we feel this morning? We feel pretty good. I didn't get all that much sleep last night so I suspect some of the sleep builds up a balance in the normal how much sleep do you need category and some of the sleep is used to focus the energy on getting the innards back in shape. I slept in way over the top yesterday so the how much sleep to you need category was over subscribed, but the ten or so hours I got were necessary for the body to continue with its repairs. I'm sure that's wrong (what do I know about any of this?) but it sounds right. Good writing is much more about sounding right than being right. If you don't agree take a look at what passes as political discourse. But I digress.
Anyway, as I said, the head is relatively clear and the energy seems better. The blood pressure this morning was 118 over 84, much better than that never ending string of 90's over 60's I've been getting since the operation. That makes a big difference, this I say through experience. Why the blood pressure should be so low I have not a clue. Maybe it goes with the territory.
What to do with all this good news? Answer some email? Sounds good. Order another pair of pants from Land's End because I need something other than jeans and they're advertising free shipping and forty percent off? I just did that. I told myself it didn't blow the budget, but I am, of course, kidding myself. The various light stands and external battery packs for the strobes arriving early next week puts the lie to that. But again, I digress.
Anyway, Friday, the day before the weekend. Still has some mojo even with the retired. Something in mind? We'll see. Doing anything around here at the apartment, getting out of the apartment, standing up for a period of time without crawling into bed is progress after these last six weeks and progress is what it's about. Here in Oakland.