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The new episode of House of the Dragon premiers on HBO tonight. It is 8:50pm and the episode becomes available on the MAX app at 9:00pm.
I am so tired right now that I don’t think I am going to make it. Hell, it’s 8:50 and I don’t think I am going to make it to 8:51!
If you’ve ever wondered what being in your 50’s would feel like… this is it, folks. Enjoy!
The heatwave has arrived. It’s 93 degrees outside. Wait, don’t you have to be over 90 for three days to officially rank as a heatwave? So maybe it’s more correct to say that the potential heatwave has arrived. Whatever.
I still have the windows open in my little office space. My Nest app is telling me that it’s 81 degrees in this room and 76 degrees in the living room. It’s definitely warm enough to approach being uncomfortable, but given that since losing weight I find myself really cold all the time… it’s kinda nice right now. For the first time in months I don’t feel cold at all. Not even a little bit.
I just got a public safety alert on my phone. Looks like the 9-1-1 service is down for the entire state of Massachusetts. Here’s hoping none of my neighbors need to call for emergency services any time soon. It would suck to dial 9-1-1 and get a busy signal or some sort of error message.
Similar to yesterday, I am still exhausted. I failed to get six hours of sleep yet again last night, though I only missed it by about five minutes this time. I’m really tired. Really, really tired.
Three hours left in the work day. Fingers crossed I can make it through in one piece. Also, fingers crossed we don’t melt in the heat today, and fingers crossed we don’t need to call for an emergency service. Hang in there, Massachusetts.
I wrote a post about this yesterday. I am supposed to work from the office two days each week and last week, thanks to a head cold left over from our Florida vacation, I didn’t come into the office at all. That means for the rest of the month of June I would owe two days in the office.
Well… assuming I can survive for the next 3.5 hours or so, I won’t owe any more. Today is the fourth day of the work week, and I’ve been in the office all four days.
I am exhausted.
Prior to the pandemic, four days in the office and one day at home was the norm. Thursday was my one telecommute day each week. The rest of the week I was in the office. It’s not the same office I’m in now, but that’s not important at all. Four days in, one day home. I am pretty sure this week marks the first time since Covid came to call that I will match that schedule. Well… not exactly. Friday will be my work from home day this week. That is not important either.
What is important is that I have made up the two days I missed last week. I am back on track. Next week will only have two days in the office and all will be right with the working world again.
I just can’t get over how tired I am. The commute, the noise, the stress… it’s just wearing me out, man. How did I manage this for 16 years or so before Covid? I can’t wrap my tiny little miniature brain around it.
Tomorrow I will work from home. I have to move back to the basement office because Harry is home and I won’t be able to use the desk in his room. That’s oaky with me. Who knows, maybe if the weather cooperates I might work outside for a while. Maybe I’ll give it a try at least, just to say that I’ve done it.
In other news, my House of the Dragon season one rewatch to prep for Sunday’s premier of season two continues. I’m through six out of ten episodes which is nuts given that I only thought of doing this four nights ago. I’m caught up on Star Wars: The Acolyte and loving it so far. Three episodes in and I am coming up with some crazy theories. I’m ready for part one of the two part season finale of Doctor Who which airs tomorrow night. We still don’t know who the bad guy is. I haven’t a clue. The new season of The Boys is supposed to launch today at some point. I’m not sure exactly when. There will be three episodes released at launch. I am probably going to hold off on them until I get through the last four episodes of HotD. I’m not sure though. We’ll see.
No band practice this week. No band practice next week. After that I am hopeful that we’ll be able to string together a bunch of them and start getting some of the songs back up to speed. Not to mention growing calluses on my finger tips so that playing doesn’t hurt as much. I’m really looking forward to that.
Oh good! One of the guys in my group at work submitted a bug yesterday and someone in the Dev group just picked it up off of the queue. Here’s hoping we get a quick turn around! That would be excellent. I love it when things go according to plan.
Until next time… I am so freakin’ tired!
Two nights ago I got about 5.75 hours of sleep. I felt fine all day long until I finally got home from work. That was about 6:30pm. As soon as I walked in the door it hit me and I just felt completely exhausted.
Last night I got about 6.5 hours of sleep. I have felt completely exhausted all day.
Do you ever wish that things like sleep could actually start making sense? Wouldn’t that be nice?
I haven’t used my CPAP machine since before we went to Florida. I packed it and took it with us, but I never set it up. I had a bad cold when I got home and didn’t want to be inhaling phlegm all night so I didn’t set it up at home either. Maybe I’ll finally get back to it tonight. I’m pretty sure I don’t need it anymore, but maybe there’s some kind of placebo affect I could take advantage of? Probably not, but who knows.
All I know for sure is that I could use a nap right now.
Why am I so tired all the time? I’ve been exhausted all week. It’s getting distracting and a little disturbing.
I got seven hours of sleep last night, and seven hours the night before. Of course the night before that I barely made it to five hours, but that was days ago. Why am I not feeling the benefits of two good nights sleep in a row? It’s frustrating.
It doesn’t help that I can’t keep my eyes open at 8:00pm but then I get my second wind right at bed time and I sit up for an hour or two. Ugh.
Maybe I should just start going to bed at 8:00 and getting it out of the way? That’s no fun though.
Stupid sleep schedule. Stupid, stupid sleep schedule.
I’ve felt off all day today. I mentioned in a post not long ago that I am having occasional weird episodes that feel exactly like what my type one diabetic step son says low blood sugar episodes feel like. Today is different though.
I can’t tell if I feel like I am having low blood sugar moments, or if I am just really, really tired, or… somehow both? I had a decent night’s sleep last night, but not great. The previous two days have been better than most over the last couple of months, but still not great. Good sleep is an issue for me, no doubt.
Today though… is the fuzzy head feeling due to low blood sugar, or am I just really tired. I can’t tell. That’s why I think it might be a little of both. Every time it starts ramping up I have something to eat, but it doesn’t go away the way it usually does. Does the blood sugar problem go away and leave the exhaustion behind?
Does this post make any sense at all? I can’t tell because I am too tired to proof read. I’ll check this one over in a day or two and laugh at how bad it is. 
Until then…
18 minutes left in the work week. I am completely exhausted. I thought I got a decent night’s sleep last night, but right now I am completely out of gas. I have nothing left.
17 minutes until the weekend. I’m looking forward to going to bed early tonight and sleeping late tomorrow. Wouldn’t that be nice? Sounds like time well spent to me! I might be a smidge bias though, I’m not sure.
Not that it matters, but I am just going to mention that I spent my lunch break wrapping xmas presents today. I didn’t get through everything I needed to, but I am feeling pretty good about what I did get to. Time well spent, indeed.
15 minutes to go until quittin’ time. I am so ready.
Bring me that weekend!
I don’t feel so hot today. I got up at a decent hour, planning to stick to my daily exercise routine, but my wife wasn’t feeling so hot when we woke up and we went to see a doctor. No problems, all is well. She just has a bug.
When we got home I was feeling kinda run down. Tired and a little foggy headed. It wasn’t too bad so I got to work filling up the dumpster I posted a picture of yesterday. I broke for lunch and felt even more out of it an hour and a half later when I got back to work. Now I am calling it a day. I just don’t feel so good. It’s not bad, but it’s enough. I haven’t done any of my exercise yet today so I am calling that one too. I am going to miss it today. It’s okay, I won’t ruin my life by missing a day.
I am going to have a protein snack in a few minutes and then try to have a late dinner a couple of hours from now. After that? Maybe just go to bed early? Seems like a waste of a Saturday, but it’s okay. I am old. Early to bed is normal for old people.
The good news is that it’s looking like there will be a band practice after work on Thursday. We still need to nail down a few details, and I am going to need to re-learn a bunch of songs!
Surgery is in 16 days and I am stressing a little. Not about the surgery itself, but about some things that go along with it.
I need to book a Covid-19 test three days before the surgery. They gave me a few clinics I can go to. I spent a lot of time on the phone with two of them today, trying to schedule a test, and never spoke to a human. Jen reminded me that today is a state holiday in Massachusetts, so that might be why. Still… if you’re not home today, add that to your voice message.
I haven’t had caffeine since February 3rd (I think). I haven’t missed it. Even last Wednesday when I did my 38 hour sleep-free stretch, I was never wishing I could have some caffeine. I am today though. I am jonzing go-juice in a big way. I’m exhausted and I could really use a little help staying focused. I can’t though. I can never have caffeine again.
I do have one little piece of good news, surgically speaking. I checked the documentation they gave me to see what restrictions there are on lifting things immediately post-op. It says not to lift anything over 25 pounds for six weeks after the surgery. Why is that important to me? The average weight of a Gibson Les Paul is around 10 pounds. That’s a ton in the guitar world, but it’s far below my limit. Sigh of musical relief.
My mother went to bed around 9:00. My father fell asleep a little before 11:00. I thought it was going to be an easy night. Then my mother got out of bed at 11:00 and strolled on out to the kitchen. She got a snack and went back to her room. A few minutes later she got up and got another snack and went back to her room. A few minutes later she went out to the kitchen, which is full of boxes and furniture right now and decided to rearrange the coffee k-cups. Umm… the fuck? The she decided to just lean over the counter and stay there… for about half an hour. Just standing there. Sure, she fell asleep for a bit. I woke her up and told her to go to bed and she didn’t believe me when I said she fell asleep. She swore up and down that she wasn’t even remotely tired. Umm.. you were fucking snoring. She got pissed and said she was wide awake. Go to fucking bed, I wanted to scream, but instead just kept suggesting it calmly. Eventually she did, but I am pretty sure she’s still sitting up in that weird half asleep/half awake thing she does.
Nope. I just heard her moving around in her room. I think she laid down. Fucking finally! Go to bed, damn it! So that I can go to bed too! I have to be up before the fucking sun tomorrow and I am exhausted. ARRGHHH!
The amount of swearing in this post is definitely an over reaction. I’m not that pissed off, really. I’m just tired and I want this to be over. I want to go home.
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