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So what do we speak of this morning?  What is on the agenda for the day.  I go nowhere, I see no one, and I certainly have no plans to speak of, so what it is it that we shall talk about? 

Not much.

My world, which is now somewhat limited, isn’t all that interesting I am afraid to say.  I just eat, sleep, get up and sit on the porch, I find myself sleeping a great deal now, and I am not all that enthusiastic about anything.  I just have one thing on my mind, and that is “to pack up and leave” with no particular destination in mind.  Just to get out of here.

Long ago, I was sitting at a stoplight on my Harley, long hair and beard, Carson City Nevada, and this cop eyes me suspiciously and says, “Where are you goin?” and I said, “Anywhere but here man, anywhere but here.”  That is what kind of day I am having today … One of those.

 “In my solitude, you can almost feel my pain.”

Nailed to the floor and shut down. No more Harley’s in my days, that chapter of the book, has been closed. Adventure has been traded for”comfortable and secure.” Now it is comfort and age, CD player and a soft seat.  As the little woman is fond of saying … “If I cannot take my crock pot with me and plug it in somewhere, I am not going.” 

I miss not being able to take off in my old truck and put down some serious miles, I miss that a great deal.  The oil companies have changed my perspective on life totally, I no longer can live the way I was accustomed to, I suppose a lot of American’s are just that way too.  I do not believe I am alone in this at all, but it is something I surely miss, and I can relate to it as it happens. 

It is not all bad, there are the quiet times, the front porch and a good book to read, I cherish those.  Usually find myself regulated to a lawn chair, and soon even that will be a luxury I can ill afford, as the mercury on the thermometer goes up and the humidity increases.  It will become miserable, and the long hot summer will take its toll on even the simple pleasures of life. 

That is summertime in Oklahoma, and I know it is just around the corner.

Yesterday was nice, I kept thinking, “We ought to bottle this sucker up and keep it.”  That kind of nice.  A laid back kind of day, I found myself reading an article and it said, “that if you sleep less than six hours per night, or if you sleep MORE than nine hours per day” you are most likely going to be overweight.  Possibly obese in your later years.

Just doesn’t seem fair to me, “you are dammed if you do and dammed if you don’t.”

No middle ground in the article or the survey.  Might be the reason I hate survey’s, I dunno.  They had a health survey on MSN or something not long ago, it wasn’t govt. survey or anything, private. 

Being it was somewhat a slow day for me, and all my homework was done, the paper route complete, I took the thing.  It was on longevity and I honestly answered each and every question.  Having finished, I clicked the next button and it said …. “Find your cell phone, and a nice quiet place to sit.”

What’s that about? 

Another thing that bothers me, is they always start out with “a just released GOVERNMENT STUDY” has found that …. Blah, blah, yadda-yadda.  It is a known fact, that I am not a big supporter of Govt. anything around here, so naturally, I am going to be a bit skeptical.

This study also linked lite sleepers to smoking, less physical activity, and more alcohol use.  The study was performed on 87,000 people that they happened to find awake at the time. 

Apparently if you sleep too little or too much, you are possibly going to be a chain smoking, lazy half drunk, fat person.  Hmmmm, two out of three aint bad, how did you do?

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