True to form, awoke feeling relatively well this morning. Still sleepy, but the reduced daylight hours and skimpy light do that to me. Just a few days until Solstice, the TRUE "reason for the season!"
Trying to write in in the library, trying being the key word. Our small library is a popular place. So popular I often catch myself wondering when it become okay for little kids to run screaming thru the stacks while their parents laughed and talked loudly to one another? As a kid, I'd have been banned from my hometown library for such behavior, after getting a stiff talking to by every adult in the place. I realize libraries must, in this internet age, expand their services and be more welcoming and inclusive to attract customers and funding, but surely inclusion can be done with better manners! Must they supply children with noisy toys and a centrally-located play area in which to rough house? Even with ear buds feeding me Mozart at a fairly high level, I can still hear the little buggers shrieking across the building. Yes, the pull of the books is enough to keep me coming back, even with the annoyances. Damn it.
Last night I tried a new skin creme my doctor thought might alleviate some of the spots on the off chance there was something going on besides the Masto Uticaria. I tried it on three small areas, just in case I reacted badly. Still spotted this morning, but with no apparent reaction. Will do the full treatment tonight just to be sure. It's to be applied literally from head to toe and left on for 12 hours. Fortunately, it's also odorless and non-greasy.
I very nearly called this blog Grumbles From the Great Land. Perhaps I should have.
OK, back to the writing.
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Three-thirty pm and the sun is almost down. Gack! I've noticed a definite increase in my tendency toward "sun-downing," the strong urge to drop what I'm doing, finish the most pressing errands, and bolt for home before the sun goes down completely. I wonder if it's a completely learned behavior or something buried deep in my ancestral genes. It must have been a survival device, the que to collect the food and the tools and the kids and beat feet back to the cave before some predator makes a meal of me. Makes it difficult to enjoy evening diversions like movies or plays, parties or music events. I get sleepy, too, even if I'm well rested and started my day late.
We are, of course, diurnal mammals, hardwired by evolution to see and function best in sunlight. And there's always some bigger, nastier, toothier predator hoping we'll drop our guard so he can turn us into lunch.
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