Song: “Sleeping Single in a Double Bed” by Barbara Mandrell
I definitely slept better last night than I have lately but I’m still waking up too much. The evening medications are great for helping me ease into bed, but they don’t seem to do much to keep me asleep. I’ve been dragging all day.
Stephen Hawking died today. That’s got me a little bummed out. I liked his works and I liked that he did so much to popularize science.
It’s been very difficult to motivate myself to do anything. Getting out of bed was tough today and I had to fight to keep myself from just sitting downstairs on the couch all day. I didn’t accomplish an awful lot but at least I kept from turning into a zombie.
I did my exercises but they didn’t go very well at all. Still, spending the time on them and them not going well is better than not doing them. I haven’t touched the treadmill or done a burpee all week.
I had to mail a card so I walked down to the end of the street and over to the mailbox. While I was out there, I figured I’d walk up to the nearby church and cut through its parking lot and circle back toward my street and get my walk in that way. I made it almost to the church but there was so much snow melt today that I got to a place I couldn’t cross without it filling up my shoes. So I turned around and went home that way.
I read quite a few more micro articles today and somehow ended up at Robert the Bruce. A little while later, I somehow ended up at an entry for the duck-billed platypus. Again, I’m not sure how but I’ve steered back towards the micro stuff and away from 14th century Scottish kings and animals that God created because all the angels bet Him that He couldn’t do it with the parts he had left over.
Played some more with that Six Degrees of Wikipedia site and found an interesting one:
And now, on to the bad news. With a lack of any leads so far and the spring weather and poor searching conditions rapidly approaching, it is with a heavy heart that I have made the decision to officially end the search for Buddy the shrimp. If any tips come in I’ll check into them, but from this point, the official record will be that he was lost in a misadventure at sea. He left behind his best friend Buddy the shrimp and his muse, Lloyd the blue fish. In his will, Buddy left everything to Buddy, and Buddy’s estate consists of three half-eaten moults, a blue pebble, and a couple of flakes of fish food that have gone all fuzzy. Buddy requests privacy in this difficult time and notes that, in lieu of flowers, people should make donations to any shrimp advocacy group, like the Amano Shrimp Association (ASA) or the Anti-Tempura League.