I’m really tired of hearing about Elon Musk. I’m really, really tired of Mark Zuckerberg and his “thoughts” on masculinity. I’m even tired of Tim Cook and his exuberance for and donations to Mango Mushwad.
I’ve had enough, and this idiotic presidency unsurpassed travesty has even kicked into gear yet.
I don’t know if anyone else is tired of all that’s transpiring in “the greatest country in the world”, but I could use a really long nap.
Winter has moved into the Sonoran Desert. We have a freeze watch or warning for the next few nights. Daytime temperatures are in the high 40s or low 50s.
And there’s snow on the mountains.
Enjoyable.
“Fortunate is he who witnesses the sunset.” I like to think I came up with this wise nugget of inspirational prose, but most likely I heard it somewhere and I have forgotten who originally said these words. All the words are common, and if you arrange words in a fortune cookie type format, they sound wiser.
Perhaps my real calling in life was to write fortunes for fortune cookies. I often joke that mine often says, “replace the cyan cartridge”.
I’m off track from my original intent of this post.
I’ve been having a hard time with my sleeping routine for the past month or so, and I decided to rail it in a little bit with the beginning of the new year. For the past couple of nights I’ve made some changes: I’m sleeping with a t-shirt on after sleeping bare chested for over 40 years and I’m trying to adhere to a consistent sleep schedule: in bed to sleep by 10:30 pm/22:30 and up at 6:00 am/06:00. I’m hoping this approach will keep me from feeling I need a nap in the mid afternoon and the constant haze of fatigue I’ve been experiencing for quite a while.
It’s not easy getting older.
The t-shirt thing is interesting to me. I usually end up sweating quite a bit during the night while my husband remarks as to how cold it is in the bedroom, when the temperature is set to a consistent 70 deg Fahrenheit. With the t-shirt on I have not experienced the sweats; I was prepared for the opposite. This has helped a bit. Plus, I see the sexy guys on TV shows always wearing a t-shirt to bed so I feel sexy in a t-shirt, I guess.
Maybe that’s what’s helping me sleep.
I’ve been getting up on time and doing some reading in the early hours. Getting up before the sunrise at this time of the year affords me some beautiful views. Truman and I watch the beautiful colors of the sunrise together and I find the experience inspiring. Truman handles the purring.
I have been an avid craft beer drinker for many years. My preference for craft beer leans toward the darker beers; porters are my favorite. There’s a Peanut Butter Porter at a local craft brew place that is super enjoyable.
My stomach is apparently no longer enjoying craft beers. Always treating my body as some grand science experiment (at least grand in my own eyes), I’ve narrowed down bouts of acid reflux with drinking beer. I can down some Tums from time to time, but I don’t think consuming Tums, no matter how smoothie they can be, is good for the long term.
I’ve been venturing into wines over the latter half of 2024, and Earl and I really enjoyed our wine tasting experience when we were in California back in October. So for our New Year’s Eve celebration I picked up a bottle of Moët and Chandon Imperial.
I’ve seen this Brut mentioned on a few of the travel channels I follow on YouTube, so I decided to splurge a little bit for this extra treat to ring in the New Year.
It was delicious and better yet, no indications of acid reflux during the night.
No one else in the house wanted a glass of this brew so I had a couple of glasses and stored the rest for this past weekend. I had some more of this Brut on Saturday night and this morning, no acid reflux.
Now, I know the Surgeon General is releasing new, dire warnings about the dangers of drinking alcohol, and probably with good reason. I heard talk about adding larger, more detailed warning labels to alcohol containers, and that’s probably a good idea.
But if there’s one thing that’s going to get me through the next four years it’s having a drink from time to time. Fret not; I certainly know my limits and I’m sure not going to risk my pilot’s license by driving while under the influence, but having a glass of wine from time to time will help take the edge off of these next four years, with the Mango Mushpot and Sissy Space X “running” the country.
If I’m having a drink, I’m having one in style. Because wine is quite enjoyable.
Linda Lavin passed away yesterday. She was 87 years old. Best known for the leading role in TV’s “Alice”, she was a multi-faceted performer, acting, singing, and dancing in television shows, movies, and both on and off Broadway.
Here’s my favorite version of the at least 13 different incarnations of Linda singing the opening theme song to “Alice”. This particular version is from season two.
As a road geek, I can identify the exact spot Alice and Tommy drive under the “Phoenix” sign, it was actually filmed on Interstate 19 northbound here in Tucson.
Truman has a new litter box. A gift from the family, his new litter box clears itself and lets me know (via WiFi) when it needs attention.
Truman adapted to this new device quickly. He seems content.
The Internet is really gummed up with a lot of crap. Seek out those that inspire you.
I haven’t watched “Shark Tank” in a few years, but I have always admired the tenacity and down to earth nature of Barbara Corcoran. I watched this interview this evening; in her mid 70s she’s still keeping it quite real.
I enjoy her for that.
Earl and I decided to go for a road trip today. I am using my last vacation day of 2024 and it seemed like a great opportunity to get out there and do something.
We drove across the bottom of New Mexico along Interstate 10. If you haven’t done this before you should do it once in your life to say you’ve done it.
There’s often a lot of dust.
And it’s very flat.
We ended up in El Paso, Texas for the night. We just had a drink and some grub at a place called the Hoppy Monk.
As of today I have been married to the love of my life for half of my life. I consider this quite an accomplishment in many ways, and that old adage is completely true, “time flies when you’re having fun”.
Life with my husband changes and weaves as the years go by, but we live with no regrets, on our terms, and full of love. Earl is my best friend.
28 years ago today we exchanged rings and shared our vows to spend the rest of our lives together.
It has been amazing.
Just a guy with a husband. We’ve been together 28 years and he still makes me see fireworks on a daily basis. Hiker. Storm Chaser. Private Pilot. Tech Guy. Hackerish.
Weird? Eccentric!
