Waking Up III

Yes. I am moving.

The fact that I'm typing this is proof, isn't it?

But, oh, my brain is still asleep.

So much so, that I didn't finish my morning entry until 5:30 in the afternoon.

Not that you can tell. It all looks like one paragraph to you, but I know the truth. I could have lied and pretended that I finished it all before lunch. But no. It's almost dinner time and it's just being wrapped up.

Let's see what happens on Tuesday.

Waking Up II

It was my short term goal to add at least a second daily entry about waking up once I had managed to do that. But I didn't manage to do it.

I could have said that I've just been sleeping several days, so that, indeed, I just haven't woken up for all this time. That would have been a swell excuse. Alas, it's just not true.

The truth is that I was lured away from this by email and breakfast cereal and falling back to sleep.

So here I am drinking day old coffee warmed up with some soy milk in it and not quite finishing this.

I've been distracted by the radio, by email, by the swirling rainbows of my solar powered window prism (you should get one).

Now the solar powered prism is a great distraction! It only works when the sun is shining directly on it. A little solar chip powers a tiny motor that turns a hexagonal prism that hangs from the bottom like an earring. It scatters lovely rainbow patterns all over my room and it's hard not to watch it. Better than typing.

Well, now, I changed the radio station so that it's only classical music (though now the announcer is talking about oil in Alaska, but, thankfully, not Sarah Palin) and she's about to play Berlioz.  It's far less distracting than talk radio.

So, I've managed to mangle a few sentences and paragraphs after meandering mentally for half an hour, and have communicated next to nothing.

It would have been better to lie and say I was sleeping for two or three days.

Waking Up

Waking up has become a lengthy process for me.

It used to be I'd open my eyes, zoom to the bathroom (and take care of things), then get on with the day.

No more. Even getting both eyes open requires attention. Stumbling to the bathroom with monocular vision is no treat, either. At least the (taking care of things part) works pretty much as expected.

The next half hour or so requires great volumes of strong tea. (I gave up on coffee: too acid for my early morning stomach) and is usually spent staring at several hundred un-opened emails while my eyes come into focus.

In the old days, I tended to write fiction first thing in the AM. What passes for my mind always had its imagination amped up before I was too awake. But, I think, email overload has usurped most of that.

However, this morning seems to be an experiment, because I'm writing this before reading a single email!

Will this be a new trend? A new awakening?

Stay tuned.