It is early around 4:00 AM. I don’t have the shoulder pain or the arm tingling related to the pinched nerve. It is getting better. The low pain/no pain intervals of how I feel seem to be getting longer. I woke up about an hour ago, overheated more than in pain. I had been asleep since around 23:30.

There is all this stuff that needs to be done. Actually it doesn’t strictly need to be done. Nobody is going to die of typhus if I don’t clean the house. I won’t trigger a nuclear exchange between the U.S. and Russia if I don’t sort the mail. The status quo of stagnation will simply continue. That’s the way it is sometimes.

After contemplating my lethargy, sloth and ennui, for a sufficiently long period of time, I stopped staring at Ashland and its railroad tracks and went to fix J’s lunch, chicken salad, cherries and blueberries, a Sargento’s Balanced Break cheese snack, rice crackers, and a Clif© Bar, (peanut butter).

I am back to trainspotting and noting that I am markedly sleepier than I was about two hours ago. I woke up, sat around, wrote a blog post, waited to see some trains go by, did a necessary chore. I took that little bit of drama out, that drama being the feeling of angst that there is something wrong with me or my marriage or the cosmos itself that would disturb me enough to wake me up from a sound sleep.

I just woke up. Now I’m sleepy again. Night, y’all.😪.