FarSide, visiting us for the weekend, is snoring gently in the next room as I type this. I wish I were sleeping, but I'm as wired as can be. I have fallen into a vicious cycle that's slowly eroding my sleep patterns. I have to take a quiz twice a week at about 9:00pm. I've gotten into the habit of having a soda or other source of caffeine around 7:00pm so that I don't fall asleep and drool all over my test. This completely negates my ability to fall asleep at a sensible hour on school nights.
So I have just finished wading through 700000000 emails on a private list for Fan Fund Administrators in an attempt to bore myself senseless. Naturally, it did not work. It was all rather interesting and so coherent and reasoned that I felt the fatal urge to reply. Now it's 1:00am and I've got a cat in my pants.
This is really true, though not as salacious as you might think. Earlier I put my nightgown on over my sweatpants, but as I sat here I became too warm. I started to pull my pants off but merely got them down around my ankles before getting involved in answering another email. Keiko discovered this and immediately climbed in. So here I sit, modestly if somewhat incongruously dressed, while a cat wrestles around in my pants making a little cat fort.
My life has no dignity.
Along those lines I recently tried out a new chiropractor. He was overly chatty, but very good so I guess I'll go back. When you think about it, there's something truly frightening and foolhardy in allowing a stranger to manipulate your neck and spine. Yet it's the only thing that affords me non-medical relief from a chronic misalignment due to tension and stress. My last doctor moved to Hawaii in May so it's been far too long since I had an adjustment. I was overdue; it'll take three or four sessions to get me back to where I can adjust myself with a judicious turn of the head or rotation of the shoulder. Truthfully, it was the daily pain that finally spurred me to get out the Yellow Pages. I just can't let things go like that so long.
I've also had my teeth cleaned, made an appointment with an optometrist so I can get a prescription for new glasses, and found a gym to join. I'm even going back to Masako next week for another haircut - short hair is addictive. After a long period of neglect I'm suddenly taking care of these simple things that will make me look and feel better. I want to be more responsible about my health.
It's just past the halfway point between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. These are the High Holy Days, the Jewish New Year, and so a traditional time to plan a new, better life, to determine to make changes in the coming year. I'm not Jewish, or at least not culturally Jewish, but it tickles me to think of the timing as I inadvertently follow tradition.
L'shanah tovah.
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