Time For Bed
Friday. I did watch Elementary last night, killing the time until it started by watching a Netflix thing on the tablet until a slight ocular event crept up on me and sent the movie I was watching into something disturbing. Not too disturbing, but enough to recognize what was happening and it was time to put it down. Again, didn't last but a few minutes and I was clear headed enough to get up and end the evening with Mr. Holmes and Ms. Watson.
I'd had a pork chop for breakfast, wondered if the pork chop had set it off. Or the Swiss cheese in the turkey and Swiss sandwich? Could it have been the red clam sauce with the spaghetti for dinner? Then I figured what the hell, made sure I ordered the waffle with fruit for breakfast this morning. Why was I able to get to bed late and then awake without feeling tired before the alarm is set to strike and get up and out the door on a cold sunny December morning? Have no idea. We'll just, well, pay our dues and take a nap later if that's what's in the cards.
I need to pick up a refill at the pharmacy later and there's a tree lighting ceremony from five to seven at the City Center, so there are things today to keep us amused. Awake. Again, the sun coming in now through the balcony door, the living room heater running, the day ahead. It is indeed feeling more like the Christmas season, a fair number of bundled up people coming in from the cold at the café to have an early breakfast. Onward, as Oat Willie said, through the fog.
Later. A bus downtown to pick up the prescription refill and then coffee and a bun out at a table in the City Center (well bundled against the cold), a walk back to the apartment stopping to buy Good & Plenty and a Necco roll. The three basic food groups for lunch after a waffle with fruit for breakfast? Probably not my best move as it resulted in a pretty good ocular session later. Sugar? Cold air? Stupidity? All mixed together?
So much for the day?
The damned thing came on while in bed watching the tail end of one of those Netflix movies on the tablet. Resulted in an odd series of strange dreams and naps.
Evening. We are clear headed and feeling fine after this afternoon's adventures, nothing on television until The Inspector and the Sea at nine, a German language mystery that runs until eleven. I did get that Ti-Vo box with the idea of recording this kind of stuff for later viewing, but it runs on one of the two channels Ti-Vo doesn't receive. The Ti-Vo help desk suggested I check the signal strength, which I will do as soon as I figure out how it's done. Is there something built into the Ti-Vo hardware or software that will measure signal strength? The email they sent didn't say how, just do it.
The late afternoon ocular event was indeed one of the stronger ones. It feels like a change in the chemistry or wiring in the brain, or, if not wiring or chemistry, then something that picks you up and puts you into a place where you're not really still here in the real world.
I suspect, if you could get this experience in a pill, it would have some popularity with a younger crowd. Not this old crowd. I'd done the psychedelics a long time ago, never did all that many, but they were strong enough then to get your attention and teach you what they were talking about.
You're wandering. None of this seems to be tethered to the ground.
All this when I'm feeling clear headed. Maybe it's time for bed.