Fog.
It was quite foggy this morning. Could be a sign of changing seasons. Spring comes to Alberta late, while autumn seems to rush in. In the morning fog, even Ged lost his way a couple of times, chasing the ball. It looked like the fog was finding a way into his and my head.
My mind seems to be getting more foggy lately. Now, when the days become so similar to each other. I missed my favorite bridge playing on Internet last Sunday, as Sunday doesn't seem to differ much from the other days. I also forgot to make a milk shake on Saturday morning, which was my custom, when I still worked. These little things were making weekend a special time, comparing to the routines of weekdays.
To paraphrase Tevye, from the Fiddler on the Roof, I could say:
My mind seems to be getting more foggy lately. Now, when the days become so similar to each other. I missed my favorite bridge playing on Internet last Sunday, as Sunday doesn't seem to differ much from the other days. I also forgot to make a milk shake on Saturday morning, which was my custom, when I still worked. These little things were making weekend a special time, comparing to the routines of weekdays.
To paraphrase Tevye, from the Fiddler on the Roof, I could say:
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the "days"
One "day" following another
Laden with happiness and tears
I am not quite sure if I experience much "happiness and tears." But foggy mind seems to become a factor. Yesterday I started preparing for my trip to the mountains this weekend. Soon, I discovered I was doing other things. Like cleaning the storage room, dealing with the Lady Wife's numberless pairs of shoes, cleaning camping gear that I don't really need this time, etc. True, there is certain logic to doing things. Some things have to be done first, before other can. Still, the end result was that what should take about 2 hours, took me most of the day.
Well, I am not quite sure what to do about it. It may as well be the case that things will be taking longer than before. I intend to observe it, possibly change things that contribute to the fogginess of my mind. I noticed that my mind likes routines. Even waking up at 5:15, which seems to be Ged's favorite time, feels good for my mind. On the other hand, alcohol, even small amounts, seems to be fogging my mind, making me sleepy and disarrayed. Not that I drink every day, but I had three small beers last Friday, and I sensed their impact on my mind for a couple of days.
Also, afternoon nap seems to be making me more foggy. And it feels different comparing to the natural slowing of my mind in the evening. As my brother-in-law, Witek, who also takes his dog for early walk, I seem to be spent and ready to sleep around 9:30 pm.
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset ...
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