Well, here we all are again—though I, at least, am not on the Mississippi. I’m actually on the Tri Rail train, northbound between Hollywood, Florida and Deerfield Beach, Florida*. But I suspect that most of you are not on the Tri Rail when reading it, though some small possibility of such an occurrence does exist.
There may well even be people reading this while on the Mississippi. Of course, the Mississippi River is much bigger than the Tri Rail train system, and I think there is quite a lot of shipping of various kinds that goes on along its course, but I don’t know that there are very many people involved relative to the amount of traffic. Of those people, a very small percentage are likely to be reading blogs (or other matter) relative to the people on the Tri Rail who might do so at any given time.
I’m sure there are legitimate ways to assess those numbers, but I don’t have enough information to do it. I also don’t have enough interest to try to obtain the requisite information, even if it is available out there in the internet/web.
It’s a bit amusing to me that yesterday when I wrote my post, I was completely unaware that we had done the whole “spring forward” thing last weekend. Part of the reason it didn’t occur to me is: It’s not Spring yet, dammit! What the hell is that, having the “spring forward” part of daylight savings time when it’s not even Spring? Forget the fact that daylight savings time is a dubious practice to begin with; if you’re going to take the thing with the long-standing mnemonic “spring forward, fall back” and adjust the timing so it no longer applies…well, I can only say that such stupidity must have required an act of Congress**.
Anyway, it was funny, because I got on a train twenty minutes earlier than my usual one, and I noted, as I arrived, that the sun wasn’t even starting to come up above the horizon. I thought to myself that it was remarkable how much difference twenty minutes had made. But, of course, it was an hour and twenty minutes, it turns out, so that difference is less surprising.
Then, at the office, I noted that the microwave clock was off by an hour. At first I assumed someone had just stopped cooking something and left time on it, but seven minutes and twenty-one seconds seemed like a long time to have left. Still, people do stupider things. I’m one of them, obviously***.
So, of course, as I reset the microwave clock, noting that no one had just left time on it, it flitted through my mind that maybe it was a daylight savings time thing, but again—it isn’t Spring yet, so I didn’t think that could be the case!
I was wrong, obviously. It didn’t matter much to me either way, since even with the hour shifted forward, I was up earlier than my alarm by quite a bit, and I finally gave up and left, since I was up anyway, and that was why I got the earlier train. Today, I just got up earlier anyway, again.
I’ve been walking to and from the train on both ends now. Just since Friday, that means I’ve walked about thirty miles—twelve on Friday, twelve yesterday, and six so far today (rounded off, and with some loose change left out from the weekend). I seem to have reached the point where I’m not troubled by new blisters, which is good, and I’ve adjusted my process the avoid such things in the future, for the most part. I do have some achiness here and there, but it’s not that bad. Sweat is my biggest issue, to be honest. But I bring a change of shirt, and I have Lysol and deodorant aplenty, so as long as I rehydrate, it doesn’t seem to be much of a problem.
I am a bit frustrated that I haven’t again experienced the “endorphin rush” thing I had on Friday. Maybe that was just me being all pleased with myself for having walked so far already that morning, and wasn’t really exercise-induced endorphins. Over the weekend, and particularly yesterday, I’ve actually been even more depressed than usual for me.
I guess you could tell that much from my post yesterday morning, and I can only say that my mood went downhill from there throughout the day. My mental energy today feels slightly higher, but then again, I have overdosed on caffeine already this morning, purely because I didn’t want to be quite so glum when I got to writing this post. It was deliberate.
I’m really not prone to be kind to myself, am I? In fact, I tend to be unkind to myself a lot of the time. It’s not without reason that I did a cover of the song Hurt, originally by Nine Inch Nails/Trent Reznor. I find that its lyrics more or less literally express my feelings and facts about me…except that, from my point of view, needles are for pansies.
Anyway, that’s getting too revelatory, and so I’ll draw to a close now—just for today, I mean, not permanently. That may be coming soon, but it’s not here yet. In the meantime, you can look forward to reading whatever I write tomorrow and the next day and for however long I keep going. I really hope it won’t be very long.
You can place bets if you like. I won’t do any match-fixing, or whatever the term is. As Doris Day sang, whatever will be will be—as it must be, for once a thing happens, there is no way it can ever have been otherwise than it was.
*Actually, it runs between Miami Airport and Mangonia Park, which is in northern Palm Beach County, but I don’t go to either of those destinations. Indeed, in all the time I’ve ridden the Tri Rail, I’ve never once gone to either of those two stations, though I’ve been to and/or through most of the stations in between. This is perfectly understandable and predictable, given that they are the two termini of the line, and so one never passes through them en route to anywhere else.
**It is not without justification that Dave Barry once used “act of Congress” as a euphemism for “taking a sh*t”.
***Both in the sense that I do such “stupid” things and that I probably am one of the stupider things that people have done, though I shouldn’t disrespect my parents for bringing me into existence. They had no way to know how I was going to turn out.
I will go for a week at least saying: it’s 7:30 so it’s really 6:30 so I can go back to sleep (cats willing, obviously).