Ohhh. Uncle Joel slept long time. Which is good, because the past few nights Uncle Joel hasn’t slept all that long. Nothing wrong, really, just old-man insomnia that comes and goes. But I woke up feeling like something run over by every single wheel in a long truck convoy, then left to dry on the pavement. The song in my head, ironically, is Jack Spirko’s intro, some guy singing through his nose about how “there’s a better way to do this.”
“Yeah?” I muttered, “And what would that be?” Something about permaculture, no doubt. Jack’s big on permaculture. I can’t get a $%^& seed to sprout.
I’d go back to bed, but it’s shit-shoveling day and I’d better get to it because it’s gonna be another scorcher. I’ve splurged and ordered one of those laptop stands with the electric fan, because it’s only early June and already I can’t use my ‘pooter in the afternoon. Overheats too quickly. Your laptop throwing fits and having seizures three or four times a day can’t be a good thing. I can’t afford to replace this ‘pooter.
More later. Maybe. Uncle Joel’s grumpy.
Oh man can I ever relate to that old man insomnia. After I had my heart surgery I would be lucky if I got 2 solid hours of sleep a night for a couple months. I started taking melatonin for it and I can’t say if the stuff really works or if it’s all mental but I sleep all night unless I forget to take it. Which is rare these days because I mix it in with the other 3 pounds of pharmaceuticals I have to take every night lately.
The worst part of having the old man insomnia is I’m not even at the halfway part of my 40s yet.
Two fans- one for the laptop ‘n one for Unca Joe’s overheated forehead. Take off the rockin’ Jayne hat, first. Moving air is a good thing; I have one solar panel which has moving air as its only job…