today is the last work day of 2023. I have a few things I must get done for next year. Last night I was dreaming I was at work, and I kept asking myself “am I at work or am I just dreaming that I’m at work?” I also dreamed I was freediving and didn’t have enough air to make it to the surface when I open my eyes I wasn’t in the water anymore.
Wishing you, each and every one of you, my favorite of all my mega-trillions of daily readers a Happy, prosperous and healthy New Year!
after the weekend, after christmas, and after boxing day, it’s time to head back to work. At the beginning of this holiday, it seemed like it was going to be such a long holiday. In hindsight looking back it was so short..
I rebuilt my outdoor workbench, but need more lumber and paint. I painted it with concrete sealer as an undercoat. (I always wanted to do that!) And now I have to paint it pretty.
I’m glad it’s Wednesday, ’cause it sure feels like a Monday. Blah
I’m not sure I recognize the symptoms of being tired. Sure, I recognize sleepiness, but tiredness, and the symptoms like crabbiness and brain malfunction (having to reread something two or three times to get the message for example), I don’t attribute to you being tired. I think more along the lines that it’s the end of the world.
I don’t really think it’s the end of the world, but I don’t consider that it’s a temporary condition cured by a night of good relaxing sleep. At which I am, as you know, an expert.. Ha!
Even if I’m not a good sleeper, my brain seems to reset overnight and I feel better in the morning once I get up and get going.
Apparently I’m in the top quarter of the readers on Goodreads. My longest book was 599 pages and the shortest was 43. Average was 284.
The main thing I notice is that good books are easier to read than books I don’t particularly enjoy. A longer good book can be read faster than a shorter crappy book. I’ll never be able to read all the books I want to read in my lifetime, there’s so many..