I can’t say when it started, only that it’s been going on for a very long time. Pre/Post Covid? It’s hard to tell.

Let me back up a bit here and say that yesterday I got my second Covid shot. Yesterday I felt some aches and pains and was more tired than usual. I did my best to power through it and, at least I would like to assume as much, pretended I was a functional adult doing what life required of me. This morning however I was feeling more worn down than usual. After getting the kids out of the house, I went out to our backyard and climbed into the hammock. I dozed off for about an hour, as that was all I had before the next wave of kid duties.

I woke up a bit groggy, that’s normal. Then… while I was driving over to the school, I started feeling mentally clear. I can’t describe it other than to say ‘it feels like I no longer have some sort of mental short going on in my head’. I felt as if I could focus on something, whatever it was. Clarity was once more a tool in my arsenal. I didn’t have anything to do, nothing was pressing or urgent, but if something did require my thoughts, I could give it and it wouldn’t feel like I was underwater.

WTF…

It is now 8:23 pm and I’m starting to feel tired again but not as mentally weary as I have been feeling over this past year.

Was it getting rest that cleared my fog? Was it the second shot? Was it all my imagination and tomorrow it will come back with a vengeance?

I’m overweight, old, cranky, short on time, short on cash, short on the hair on the top of my head, you know… the usual. But put a puzzle in front of me and I don’t think it would hurt to try and reason the thing out.

PLEASE DON’T GO AWAY…

It’s a feeling that I can best say feels like I just won a huge cash prize and am mulling over what I want to spend a part of it on. The bulk of it would be to pay off bills and stash for other reasons*

*(my crack splurges to name one)

That is the best way I can describe it. There is a sense of hope, purpose, clarity, getting lucky with the wife later, you know… all the things that keep a person sane.

Oh… I might have jinxed myself there. I’m the last person that you should consider sane.

I don’t want this day to end and at the same time, I want to make sure I get sufficient rest tonight so I might have a similar feeling tomorrow. Oh, the quandary I face in my first-world bubble where I’m not scavenging for food from a trash heap.

Yeah, I think about that stuff too.

Told you I was mental.

Tootles all

🙂