The Routine
Looked at the moon last night in the clear cold air; had to crane my neck, it was almost directly overhead. We have some reclining lawn chairs I could have used for a longer view, but it was a spur of the moment thing and I was only out there to bring in the cat food. The pre-bedtime ritual had initiated, and the moon glance was simply a departure born of curiosity at the brightness of the night. The curiosity satisfied I was back to business.
As to the matter of sleep, I got a solid eight. I think it relates to me having a good day getting things done. No heavy lifting or anything of that sort, just activity that kept me moving. Plus, balanced meals. I have a hard time with vegetables, and I have to work to get them into the rotation. I’ve found a source, however, and I’m not going to go into the details, but I get my greens and that’s good. Oh, and fruit. In principle, I like fruit, but it spoils quick and I forget it’s in the fridge, and then it spoils, and who knew this eating business was so complex. Sometimes it feels like a job.
As I took the trash out this morning in the dark, an ambulance wailed up, lights flashing, and turned on our avenue. It stopped just down the street on the other side of the highway. I wondered what the emergency was and how upside-down someone’s life might now become. I hope it works out well. We called an ambulance once for my wife when she passed out in church several years back. It turned out fine, but these are pandemic days, death is in the air, and nothing at all feels certain, except maybe the moon and the stars at night.