Here’s a novel idea…
I can remember telling you guys a bunch of times about falling asleep at the wheel, most recently with my family in the car. I have a problem with fatigue. I’m tired all the time, some times barely able to keep awake.
It’s been a plague, honestly. But then out of the blue, as wives so often do, Karen had a brilliant idea. “Try going to bed earlier.”
Crazy? Sure. But possible. You see, I get up at five a.m. (wake up at five a.m., I get out of bed around 5:15). Sometimes I was getting up at 4:30. There’s so much to do with a house, wife and kids that I would get to bed around ten p.m. or so every night and would barely haul myself out of the sack the next morning.
So I tried this kooky thing the last couple of days and by jingle it’s making a difference. I can think again and get work done. I’m only moderately cranky at night, but that’s getting better too.
I’m encouraged, but cautiously, at best. The memories of snapping my head straight up, seeing an oncoming car or corn field are still too fresh. But it’s a start. Life’s too short to work work yourself to death.
Sometimes you just have to let the laundry go, or get the deck finished another time. Sooner or later something has to give and I’d rather it not be me. I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to have conversations with people and understand what they’re saying, or remember what I had for lunch. We take the little things for granted.
I stayed up until ten last night, fretting over some stupid crap and today I’m paying. So, yeah, I guess I am officially a boring old white guy with achy joints and a minivan full of kids.
I can think of worse things to be.
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