You remember that time it was pouring out, with high winds, and that erie low buzzing sound that makes it seem like aliens are landing just over the horizon.
Yeah… That was this morning.
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Its about me.
The Idea Is…
The idea is to slowly wake up earlier, to add to my morning productivity.
Currently I wake up at 5:50 AM, do push ups and sit ups, shower, dress, feed Angelo, make coffee or tea, make lunch, put contacts in, brush my teeth and comb my hair, pack my bag and am out the door at 6:35 – 6:45. It is a lot.
What I want to add to my mornings is some down time to read the news, drink a little coffee while here at home, and maybe write an extended blog entry in the morning. I figure that needs an extra ten minutes. Maybe instead of the Aeropress (best coffee maker made by a Frisbee company – or any other company) and use the french press to make coffee instead so I can have that extra cup of coffee without the extra effort.
We’ll see. Today the alarm went off at 5:30, and then again at 5:45, and I got out of bed at 5:50
And by writing this I’m now running late.
Best of Intentions, Right?
I’ll Admit…
I’ll admit… it probably wasn’t smart to watch the first episode of American Horror Story right before going to bed last night. Not that I was scared or freaked out or anything, but it set the mood for dark, quiet night.
We went to bed and I fell asleep to Futurama (like I always do) but woke up about twenty minutes later wide awake. The bane of falling asleep for a whole night is the twenty minute power nap because I was wide awake. At that point it was past midnight, and it was so quiet in my apartment I could hear everything.
Every time I moved my arm I could hear it on the sheets. I hear every click and bang from the radiator. I heard every car that passed in the front of the apartment. Every time a guinea pig took a drink of water in the other room it was loud and clear to me. I laid awake for about ten minutes hearing every thing, one at a time, loud and clear as if it had been through a speaker.
And then, as it started to quiet down Angelo started bolting up and down the hallway. He’d run as fast as he could (and loudly!) down the hardwood floored hallway, stop at the end and let out a few meows, then bolt back the other direction. He did this four or five times, before I got out of bed to see what was freaking him out. I walked into the kitchen and he was just sitting there staring at me.
Now our stove is a little odd. You can actually hear the pilot light in the oven if its really quiet. It can be confusing, and was, before we figured out what it was. It just sounds like a lighter flame flickering in the wind. Regardless of the knowing what the noise was, in a pitch black apartment, with wind blowing outside, and every noise bolstered, the pilot light added to the atmosphere.
I lured Angelo to the bedroom with some kitty treats, and was able to get him to his spot on bed (Angelo has a spot that he sleeps in, its his). I put some Futurama on my phone, and two episodes later (and some sleep talking by Sam) I fell asleep.
I had weird dreams I wish I remembered, but it was an odd night and I can trace it all back to watching American Horror Story. So my advice to you, shut off the lights, get ready for bed, and throw on the first episode of American Horror Story. It was great.
Sheer Idiocy
I was reading an article on “Sandy Hook Truthers”. A Sandy Hook Truther is someone who believes the tragedy in Sandy Hook was a government cover up for something else. It was all organized by the government to take guns away, cover up another murder, or get the public attention away from something else.
One of the ‘Truthers’ said “When Sandy Hook first happened i just had a feeling like it was all too perfect…”
What the fuck. That’s nuts and crazy.
Or, as one commentator put it,
“We never should have let Alabama get computers.”
Behind the ‘Sandy Hook Truther’ Conspiracy Video That Five Million People Have Watched In One Week
Back in it
Sam and I talked about how I wasn’t exercising as much as I used to. I still did my push ups and sit ups, but wasn’t biking like I used too. I figured it was largely because I didn’t have a steady schedule in the evenings after work.
Sam has started school this week though. That’s a change. I’m not saying Sam not being here allows me to exercise. That’s the wrong way to look at it. Before she was back at class, she didn’t have a schedule, and when I came home we could do whatever we wanted.
Now there is a schedule. We can’t stay up late, Sam is back at a regular time, and in between when I get home, and when Sam comes home is my time to exercise and get in things I may not have done previously (draw and read).
And simple as that… Monday and Tuesday I have biked 30 minutes each night.
My Cat
Angelo has been needy since Christmas. Not that he isn’t a spoiled needy cat anyways, but for years he was silent, rather independent cat. He would sleep on the foot of the bed, but that was all he asked for.
Now he needs to be fed wet food twice a day. If you’re off his feeding schedule then he lets you know, with some rather loud pathetic sounding meowing. Then there is when he poos…. he lets you know that he just let something awful exit his body. And won’t stop til you acknowledge him.
He has permanent “Angelo Spots” on the couch and bed. It is almost like its a personal affront to his being if you lay in one of these spots. He’ll stare you down until you move.
So yeah. He’s a strange kitty. With demanding needs. But he wows people who see him with his adorableness and fluffiness. No one suspects his demanding ways.