I’ve never been a napper, unless you count sleeping through the 10:00 news. I’ve been watching the news all my adult life. I like to know what is going on.
Now that I am older, I can’t stay awake till 11:00 p.m., my bedtime, without a little nap. I don’t plan it; it just happens. Today I turned on Ellen and stayed awake for the Monday memes but slept through David Spade’s running commentary. Later I tried to watch 9-1-1 at 9:00 and fell asleep again.
It was a busy day. There was strength and training exercise class, plus walking one dog, and playing ball with another dog, then yard work for tomorrow’s trash pick-up. I also painted some of the metal objects that will stay outside in the rain this winter – watering cans, buckets, and outdoor metal furniture. I rehearsed chorus songs.
It used to take much more than that to wear me out. Today my ears are ringing up a storm. That means tomorrow is chiropractor day and my bi-monthly massage appointment.
Curtis gives the best massage. He finds the pressure points on my feet, arms, legs and head. Yes, it hurts, but afterward I can move more easily, and the ringing in my ears mostly goes away, at least for a little while.
Tonight, with the ringing, I write about naps because I have run out of friends to tell me their worst date stories. I could dredge up another one of mine, but I like it better when somebody tells me theirs . . .
The guy who only bought one glass of wine for both, and they had to swap spit and share it.
The guy who tried too hard selling himself instead of letting it happen organically.
The guy who couldn’t stop talking about his ex, after three decades after being divorced.
The guy who pretended to be someone he wasn’t, only to reveal later that he was a poser.
The gal that checked under her seat in HIS car because she got arrested once for possession.
The gal that looked great in her Halloween outfit but turned out to be very OLD in bed the next morning.
The gal that had so many feral cats that her house smelled nasty-nasty.
The gal that believed the queen of England is a reptilian alien.
And on and on, and so on and so forth.
If you have a worst first date story, please email me.
Now the news is on. There was a mountain lion in Pleasanton today. The police had to tranquilize it in a populated area. The winds are picking up, and the fire risk will rise for the rest of the week. They caught the shooter that killed eleven in a synagogue. Trump said something outrageous.
Time to go to bed.
Couldda Wouldda Shouldda
I really should sleep through the news.