The first bit of Woo this morning was that after working for about 8-hours on Thursday, I decided to take a 2-hour nap.
This is not common for me, at all. Usually I’ve got more pee & vinegar in me than a SaniCan outside a salad bar.
This was odd in that it felt like a phenomena we have talked about before: something I call the “earthquake tiredness.”
It doesn’t happen all the time, but the sequence of events seems to be something like this: I’ll be going along with the usual energy levels, and then at no time in particular, there will come this wave of dog tired over me.
It usually passes after a nap – anywhere from 2 to 12 hours will do the trick – and then all the energy levels are back to normal, if not higher. Thing is, there is usually a 6+ earthquake along in the 48-hours after the nap.
For sure, you could make the argument that 6+ quakes are frequent enough that I should not be surprised by the proximity of one. And I’ve been through all the math. Still, it’s a different texture of tired, if that makes sense.
Doesn’t seem to be health related. I’m smart enough to check blood pressure on the spot and take a second baby aspirin and 500 mg of turmeric, but it doesn’t seem to be related to a health issue. BP 68/127 with a serious load of Folgers.
My pet theory is that some people – millenniums back – somehow got an “early warning” about quakes to come down at the DNA level. By warning the Neanderthal versions of Ure to sleep in advance of a quake, we could be out of the caves and such. Those who didn’t have the gene were at higher risk.
To tell the truth, this is an absurd projection on my part. But, here in the past 10-years or so, I’ve seen even dumber things that this turned into a 10-minute set of talking points and a big name publisher book and a 300 page book. ISYN.
Besides, now that I have explained the theory, there should be no quake for a while in order to make a fool out of you-know-who.
Which isn’t that difficult, just so’s you know.
The Case of the Flipped Battery
There is one other minor woo to mention and this is a lot like a scene from The Adjustment Bureau, which is one of my favorite flicks.
I have a cheap Sony portable radio on the nightstand on my side of the bed. (Specifically it is a Sony SRF59SILVER AM/FM Walkman Stereo Radio which I bought for $18.98 on May 7 of last year and which is presently selling for $37 something here in the land of “No Inflation” but that’s not my point…)
The thing about the radio is that it runs on a single AA battery and that will last several weeks of intermittent, got up to pee and can’t get back to sleep, kind of listening. Half the time the radio gets left on.
Anyway, I have a routine with the radio. When I am about to sleep again, I simply lower the radio to the floor next to the bed by way of the headphone wires and then lower the headphones as low as I can and drop.
Every “next morning” the radio is there and ready to work again. If I forget to pick it up, the Elainamator will ensure nothing is on the floor not properly authorized.
So one night last week, the radio wouldn’t work. “Well, fine, battery is due…” So I went out to my media chair beside which there are two shortwave radios, a Sony SWF-7600 and a Tecsun PL-660. Swiped a single battery and put it in.
Nothing!
Then, on a hunch, I flipped the battery in the other way.
Presto! It works.
But then so did the battery I took out…
Naturally, I figured the spousal unit had “helped” but she denied ever having touched the radio. I got the short “I don’t pick up after you…” reminder.
Now this has been bugging me since last week. Who the hell turned the battery around?
Elaine didn’t (she can be taken at her word). The cat doesn’t usually get the right batteries – he says the AAA’s are easier for him to paw. And that’s it. We’ve been home…no one else comes in the house. No cat stations around here for Z.
I know this may sound like a trivial thing to mention in a column, but I am worried that this could be a sign of early onset dementia with my too quickly advancing age. Only a couple of weeks until 66 disappears into the sunset of memories.
Which get’s me to wondering: Is one of the signs of early on-set aging putting batteries in radios backwards while sleep-listening?
There is no logical answer on this one. Other than the Philip K.