Another Sleep Tale

I couldn’t sleep at all last night, and I can’t really say why. I wish I was mulling over some huge philosophical issue of great importance to humankind, but it was just my brain refusing to disconnect. It happens occasionally, and I just let it ride and try to catch up the next night, and as I’m going through the following day I try to keep important decisions to a minimum because I’m probably tired.

Lucky for me there’s little on my plate today that requires complicated decision making. I plan on trying to mow later this morning, although that might qualify as operating heavy equipment, but it mostly involves me sitting down and riding in circles or something approaching a circle, so it doesn’t seem particularly dangerous. I wear gloves and safety glasses to keep windblown debris out of my eyes and a mask to keep stuff out of my nose. That might seem like a lot of swaddling, but I do it because experience has proven its value.

 In the end, I suspect my inability to sleep is probably tied to a lack of physical activity, at least activity of the sort that leaves a body in need of refreshment. Mowing might help, but there’s not much strain on the old muscles there. I think I need a long walk or full day on my feet, because if I want to make it past 80 I really need to keep upright and moving forward with the sun at my back and the wind in my face.