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toadie

Wednesday

Gnarly wind in our neck of the woods last night.  A storm system blew through, and while it dumped a bit of rain, the wind was crazy.  Branches hitting the roof.  Stuff hurled around the yard.  It was a constant whoosh....and it crept into my dreams.  Add to that, we had a number of wildfires in the area, due to the wind and dry weather. I've spent the morning sorting out what was dreams, what was real.  I know that I wasn't wandering along Edgemoor Road near Oak Ridge and Clinton, trying to rent a vacation cabin in the wind with a fire creeping over the ridge behind us....

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I noted in a post a couple months back that I've been using a CPAP.  It's not been a life changing experience.  As I told my doctor a couple weeks back, I don't wake up as often overnight, but I haven't experienced that wondrous energized feeling post-sleep that some users report.  But then, even with the diagnosis, I noted that I wasn't often groggy or sleepy over the course of the day.  So, what are you gonna do?

But for the most part, it's not been an issue.  I do have a night, still, once every eight or ten days where I wake up somewhere around 4 in the morning wanting to fight the alien thing on my face...  The night before last was one of those, as I was due to replace my mouthbreather facemask.  I woke up sometime in the night with a bad seal across the bridge of my nose.  A small rivulet of air was shooting directly into right eye.

I replaced the mask (SPOILER ALERT, TOMMY).  No issues last night.

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I hit six days this morning before my new movie resolution was fulfilled.  I picked the flick Afraid, with the AI as the Big Bad.  I like Waterson, I like Cho, but there wasn't much good about the flick......

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I got thrown a pretty good curveball by a buddy last night.  I don't even know what to say, except that he had a sexual encounter that ended well, and it was his first since splitting from his wife.  And his even talking about it was out of character for him, let alone even engaging in the behavior that he needed to talk about.

I came out of the conversation (which was the curveball, since we normally talk about dorky shit) feeling happy for him.  He even got to have a pecan waffle at the end of the day, so....good for him.....

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We lost my Dad 8 years ago tonight.

I miss him. 

I often wonder how he'd have reacted to the last 8 years.   Covid.   Two Trump Presidencies.  Seeing his grandson grow up.   I know how much i missed him when i was going through bullshit at the old job.   I know how much i'd have liked to have him there when I got married. 

I think about him often.  I miss him.  Very much. 

I hope I'm making him proud. 

vermin