Hack, hack, choke, sneeze, gasp. Oh, hi there. Spring must be springing because, choke, wheeze, gasp — we can’t breathe! Or see because our eyes are full of whatever is in the air. Pollen. Dog hair. Dust. We have inhalers (not the good ones, the cheap ones) and eye drops.
Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m glad winter is finally ending, but realizing that we are moving from freezing and living in terror of the next oil delivery, and trying to breathe and maybe, see. Pollen season more or less ends in June, but it picks back up again in mid-August. Still, at least when you live in a place that has winter, you get a few months off. People who live in the south never get a break, so I suppose we can at least thank winter for the few months of relief.
Did I mention we use a lot of tissues? The constant runny noses which are part of the whole hacking and wheezing conundrum requires massive nose blowing before bed. And we have to keep the bed raised or we drown in our sleep.
So, choke, wheeze, sniffle. Happy April. Please, pass the tissues.
Are you more productive at night or in the morning? Do you think it’s possible to change and get used to another schedule?
I’ve never had to change my schedule for work, but Garry — because media doesn’t “do” schedules very well — was always off to work at some ungodly hour and usually didn’t have weekends or holidays off. He got the time back on vacation, but I was constantly rearranging my life so we’d at least get to see each other.
So the answers are:
I’m more active in the beginning of my day, but that might not be the morning. It depends on when I went to bed and if I stayed in bed in the morning to read. But I do almost all my writing at night. I have a midday lull during which time I do absolutely nothing.
You never really get used to a weird schedule. You deal with it, but your body usually voices strong objections to working all night and sleeping by day, though I know some people seem to handle it better than others. I wasn’t one of them and neither was Garry. That’s why he sleeps so much now. He has 50 years of erratic work hours and very little sleep to make up for which he is forever trying to make up.
What’s the biggest vehicle you’ve driven? If you don’t drive, what’s the biggest vehicle you’ve ridden in?
Nothing huge. I had a Chevy Blazer back when it was still a truck, but it wasn’t huge — except for it’s insane appetite for gasoline. Even when gas was cheap, that machine was a guzzler.
What songs would be played on a loop in hell?
Operatic solos by a screechy soprano.
What does it mean to be a person? What constitutes “personhood?”
I really don’t know. I should know. I’m certainly old enough, but reality has gone kaput, so I don’t know anything anymore. Anyway, to be honest, I have no idea how personhood is different than humanity, how one is different than the other. I’m not even sure what “humanity” means either.
GRATITUDE SECTION (Always Optional)
How were your spirits (mood) over the past week?
Bummed out, thanks. Between the headaches, choking, coughing, nose running, spending all my money on a computer I didn’t want to buy and then trying to get Amazon and UPS to just leave the computer and not require a signature? Loads of fun, fun, fun!
On the other hand, I’m having a lot of fun drawing pictures of stuff now that my right hand is behaving like a real hand again. Win some, lose some.