It’s Monday, and I’m writing this blog post at the train station after having walked here from the house. I did a bit of working up to the trek over the weekend, walking about four miles wearing my boots on Saturday (and getting a modest sunburn in the process), then a shorter distance yesterday, wearing lighter shoes, all to try to counteract some possible deconditioning. It seems to have worked at least to some extent, because I was able to walk the whole way this morning without stopping to rest.
Of course, it’s possible, in principle, that my preparations over the weekend were of no help whatsoever. It’s even possible (in principle) that I would have found it easier to walk this morning if I had not prepared at all. However, given what I know about the nature of adaptive physiology in humans (and humanoid creatures like me), I give both of those possibilities fairly low credence.
I downloaded the MS Word app onto my smartphone over the weekend, hoping that thereby I will make it easier to work on my fiction even if I don’t bring my laptop computer with me. The app is linked to my OneDrive account, as is the program on my computer, so I can use the phone to write and update not just Extra Body but also, if I so choose, Outlaw’s Mind or even The Dark Fairy and the Desperado. I think no one is interested in having me work on either of those stories (possibly ever again), but please, correct me if I’m wrong.
I am considering changing my blogging pattern, especially if I can keep up my regimen of walking to (and also, at least part of the time, from) the train station. I plan to cut back on the blogging to Tuesdays, Thursdays, and on the Saturdays on which I work, which will be every other Saturday. That way, I’ll keep getting at least some new fiction writing done three days a week. Thursday and Friday (also Wednesday, if I recall) of last week, I got no work done on my new short story once I’d written my extremely gloomy blog posts.
Much of this, like other plans, depends on me getting a minimally tolerable amount of sleep. My sleep was still fragmented quite a lot this weekend, but I took two Benadryl tablets on Friday night and one and a half on Saturday night, so I slept relatively well, at least for me. The Benadryl has unpleasant ill-effects on my ability to concentrate, so I took none last night.
Interestingly enough (to me, anyway) the time adjustment this weekend was somewhat useful. When I started waking up on Sunday, quite early even after the Benadryl, I looked at the computer clock and thought that, well, at least I wasn’t waking up too early. Of course then I looked at the microwave clock and realized that it was “spring forward”* time, and I was waking up really quite early for a Sunday, especially after 1.5 Benadryl.
Still, given the shifted time, that particular “early” isn’t quite as early relative to everyone else as it might have otherwise been. I still started waking up well before my intended time to get up this morning, but not as much before it as it would have been before the “time change”.
I’m hoping that the walking and such will help me be prone to rest (or supine to rest depending on how I lie down, ha ha) a little better. I think a lot of what prevents me from being able to do what I mean to do a lot of the time is my lack of sleep. If I can manage to improve that, things may seem better.
I remember, when I was young and even more foolish than I am now, I used to wish I didn’t need to sleep, or at least not to sleep much, envying the people I’d heard of‒truthfully or not‒who didn’t need to sleep as much as others. I didn’t quite recognize that I was already beginning to be that way, myself. After a certain age, I was almost always the first person to get up in the morning at home, and even when my friends and I would stay up very late, I was almost always the first of us to awaken.
Sleep doesn’t actually feel enjoyable or even pleasant to me. It’s not something to which I look forward; there’s no reward sensation associated with it, and if anything it is filled with stress and tension, partly my dread of how early I’ll awaken and how tired (but not sleepy) I’ll feel when I wake up.
I know there are people who really like and enjoy sleep. I am not one of them. I simply become tired, and that’s unpleasant, and so I go to bed and go to sleep, and eventually start to wake up, usually not feeling good, not feeling rested, but feeling perhaps a bit less tired than I had‒though not always.
The only time I ever enjoyed the prospect of going to sleep and felt good going to sleep was when I was on Paxil for depression. Unfortunately, that came with a host of side effects that made it not a great answer for me and my depression. But it was interesting to have the subjective experience of looking forward to sleep and really feeling good about the prospect. Weird, isn’t it?
All right, that’s enough for now. I’ll write another post tomorrow, and hopefully I’ll have had a tolerable amount of rest and so won’t be too depressed. Then, maybe, Wednesday I’ll just write fiction. I guess we’ll see.
*It’s annoying that the new paradigm for “Daylight Savings Time” is set to have the jump back forward so early, because now the mnemonic “spring forward, fall back” is technically inaccurate, because it’s not spring yet for more another week and a half. If they’re going to squeeze the time change in so close together, why don’t they just get rid of it completely? It doesn’t actually change time, after all. Within any given inertial reference frame, time is conserved; gaining an hour now entails losing an hour later.