Ill at ease with the amount of REM I had, I got up to start the day. I don't think people without need for caffeine can understand the yearning for the first cup in the morning. When you won't drink coffee after lunch, the wait builds like a restless tantrum; threatening tears, expulsion, feeble whinging and even the occasional whimper.
Physio tells me that instead of working in one position for too long, I have to move every thirty minutes. I can't believe whiplash is classed as self-inflicted and won't heal quickly. I suppose it was me who insisted on driving instead of the train. It has taught me how to exercise properly. I get to take away they joy that nobody in any gym gets to use the grand strap in machines. And my core is building up like there is no tomorrow.
Every morning I get up, and it is as if the circle of life should be booming from an unknown source. Sunrise on the gold coast is a thing of beauty. Sometimes I have the circle of life blaring through the stereo, but that is just my geek having fun. I have no child for my own modern family moment.
Yesterday was disappointing, I figure there is still a little retrograde out there. I got rejected more than the last hors d'oeuvres on the plate. I am convinced the bank did not even read my application, but the only reason to find out for sure is to get my account manager in trouble. It is a very tempting thought. I should have gone with my gut last month. But on this diet my gut is getting enough attention; so I ignored him. My gut has been responsible for a lot lately. Or a lack of a lot. I cannot decide which.
I worked mostly on copy all day. I went to the beach. Wrote and fixed little typos across my universe. I even got set up for twitter, on the advice of others, I will try!
Time seems to go nowhere. I try to get in some solid sun-baking; to look after the skin, but too many ideas come into my head and I want to work more. Adam and eve had it right, and it had nothing to do with the apple that made them get clothed; I would run around stark naked now if I not for the arresting threat. It would save so much time on sun baking. The first two got dressed in leaves because too much fruit made them chubby. Vain idiots. You would think the fruit of wisdom would have given them enough sense to continue their exercise program. No. They sat around pontificating and writing poems with sticks. Then whined because they put on twenty kilos. When they finally saw each other again, in all their wisdom, they had no winter woollens to hide their loads. As if leaves would hide anything; we all saw right through them. A light breeze had them naked again in minutes. There was no wisdom or knowledge in the application of those leaves. That was direct stupidity. Vanity mixed in there too. They both looked at all the trim and muscly angels and felt flabby. The leaf attempt was hilarious. And adam had major low hangers; a maple leaf hid nothing.
The end of my day saw another hydro-therapy session and my senior cit clique. As the quiet youth in the pool, apparently, I say nothing and am amazed at the teenage level of gossip that passes through these people. There is no wisdom or growth that comes as a gift with purchase of age. These people are in many ways worse than the squealing "wiper-snappers" on the trains. I'll admit one of them made me laugh when he said I may be a dirty old man now, but I was a dirty young man, so it is just the times that have changed; at least I am consistent.
At least that is something to look forward too. Dinner with Dad and a restless sleep greeted me before a couple of midnight phone calls. It is a fun world.
Consistent would be boring. Gay and old will be interesting, but that depends if I will make it that far. I am disgruntled half of the time now; but then again I may be much older than my waist-line suggests. Tack Black old and wise. Tack Black young and stupid… Tack Black naked and betrothed.
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