Yep, another 34-36 hour “day” in an attempt to get my body more on the same schedule as Mrs. the Poet, so I can take better care of her while she recovers. I think I might have mentioned a time or two she finds my “normal” sleep cycle “not-very-normal”. And she refuses to change to my schedule, so I must conform to hers. My signal that it’s time to torture myself again is when I get up at 1600 instead of 1200-1400. That’s when I’m far enough out of sync that I feel the need to reset to going to bed at 0000 instead of 0300 or later.
And I need to pick up some hardware for the steering wheel mount at the Lowes. For some reason it wasn’t included with the mount from Speedway Motors but that just means I get to pick up the strength grade I want instead of what their accountants think I need. Since the mount is made from some grade of aluminum alloy I’m thinking that the higher grades of bolts will just result in pulling the threads out of the mount when the system fails instead of the bolt breaking.
And Clint just left a “deposit” on my leg as part of his ongoing digestive difficulties, which means I must change my pants, and this is also probably a good time to take my shower.
And if you think daytime TV is bad try finding something good at 0200. I tried looking for stuff for the Mini Sprint-T as currently planned but the only Subie engines I found were in $25-$200 kits so I have a request going in the Facebook Scale Model Club for someone with a built WRX or similar turbo Subie they don’t want anymore, that I can rob the engine from. I just did that right before I started doing this post, so not enough time for a response yet.
One thing I did find that is still entertaining at 0200 or later is YouTube. I went back and caught some episodes I missed from my subscribed channels before they got big, surfed some recommended videos, and generally just wasted time between sleeps when I wasn’t trying to come up with a blog post or clear out my emails. Twitter was the usual sewer, for the most part. If it wasn’t for the fact I find stuff out on Twitter several hours before the news comes on I would just delete it from my phone.
So, anyways, I found out that one of the people in my RPG group has a new job doing something he actually spent tine getting a degree to do, which is going to make it pretty much impossible for him to do any game sessions during the week, which means because I’m going to be glued to the tube (actually the flat screen) all this weekend watching the three NASCAR touring series race their final races of the season and determine their champions we are not getting to play this week again after so many weeks of other people having scheduling issues. My fault this time.
And I really don’t have anything to say today except, Next Time!
And pretty much nothing else to report.
I don’t have anything to use for the powertrain or any raw stock to use for a build. Basically if I was moving on this build I would be driving in circles, except I don’t have an engine or wheels, or a gas tank. I have a really neat steering wheel, most of a front axle (in pieces), and a body. And several square miles of mental plans with options for different engine/transmission combinations.
Now: Circadian slip. This is a real thing. I’m getting up at 5 every day, but instead of 0500 I’m getting up at 1700. So I have to figure out how to make myself sleep and get up at 0500 instead of 1700, something that has never happened in my life. Part of the problem is we are so close to the Winter Solstice that there is very little daylight for resetting my biorhythm. And artificial light at night doesn’t help keep me running on a diurnal as opposed to nocturnal rhythm. And my anti-depressant med makes everything, except my depression and my sex life, worse. Seriously, the soporific effect of Mirtazapine is so bad that I can take it and spend the next 12 hours asleep so I need to do the 36 hour reset one of these days soon, but I already took my pill for this 24 hour period and will probably be asleep soon. I just have to remember not to take my pill tomorrow night and then zombie through until Thursday night before sleeping again. I’ll need 2 pots of Opus grade Coffee (beyond weapons grade) and a clear path to the potty, and I should be good to go (and go and go and go…).
Now to work out the logistics to staying awake for 36 hours at 59 years of age and sign off…