I am “tired” today. More so than in a long time. The “tiredness” of which I speak is not a physical fatigue or even owed to an absence of energy. I feel totally alive and have been able to multitask seamlessly today, all the while doing so with a patience of which I am mostly unfamiliar. I am not certain what is going on, but I have a good idea. As is my habit, I go through a process on contradictory days such as these and as such, one of the first things I like to do is to check my bio rhythms.
There is a reason as to why I occasionally use biorhythms and it is not as much as for my belief in them as it is for the smile that it brings to me as I reflect on how their use first entered into my life. It is good story, a funny story of which I am unable to capture, except for those times when memories are sparked. But even then it has to be verbalized. I am still amazed I made life decisions based on simple graphs and recommendations by one who had a rather unique way of studying the self-preservation instinct of our canine friends and was mathematically illiterate. I was of course shocked and stunned upon discovery of his methods but, in a roundabout way, I would probably have never noticed Paula if not for the guidance of a totally misguided individual. Go figure.
Today, for what it is worth, the levels of my primary biorhythms are solid: Intellectual is at 99%, physical is at 94%, and emotional is at 22% but is on the rising trend. My secondary ones are at decent levels as well and all are rising. My aesthetic level is dead even, which I find most interesting because I have never had a dead even anything. Bottom line, whether biorhythms be real or imaginary, they are not contributing to my feeling of “tired”.
The FUPS have not contributed to this “tired” feeling. They have spent much of the day sleeping, both inside and out. That is all they ever do expect for Sally. However, when she does sleep, she is quite the annoyed female when disturbed, which in turn leads to her bitching as only she can. I like waking her for this very reason. Besides, for all their aggravation and distractibility, the sum total of the FUPS company always comes out to the good.
So, to be honest, I know why I am “tired”. I was just dragging this out while eating a taco salad. These “tired” times come along from time to time and without exception, each winds up becoming a defining moment in my life. Some of these defining moments have been good. Some bad. None of them have been boring though. Maybe stupid but never boring. This one has my curiosity piqued.
I never know where this “tiredness” is taking me until I arrive. So, I don’t know if I am the moon or the hound or a combination of each. I am definitely not the dead looking trees. I will be there soon. I hope to be able to tell you when I do arrive.
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