Paying Attention To Detail

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I’m not here to bog you down with yet another detailed rundown of the ecological, ideological and virological crises that stubbornly continue to confront contemporary society. Suffice to say, the feverish, triple comorbidities of man-made climate change, invading incendiary Vlad, and the still “hot on the trail” coronavirus / variants amply speak for themselves.

Rather than rehashing any of THAT I’ve opted to discuss one particular, deleterious side effect, which this triple whammy has been having on me; perhaps you too?

I’m referring to how unproductively worrying about all that crap can easily plunge our biorhythms into a state of utter chaos; in particular, the sleep cycle; thereby plunging us into a rundown condition.

More to the point… we all must be on the lookout for the telltale symptoms; in particular…

Not Paying Attention To Detail

That I have such a prob does go way beyond my yawning a lot. That became all the more evident upon reviewing my April, WP posted content. To my astonishment (and mild embarrassment) I discovered word usage anomalies, sloppy syntax, spelling errors, typos etc.

To e.g. just one of my blunders… the usage of “chose” when I had intended “choose”.

Granted, within the blogging world, this tends to sound trifling, however, what happens when sleep deprivation fogs over the real world?

To e.g. that… consider the quality (or lack thereof) of tasks being carried out by the surgeon, commercial airline pilot and air traffic controller; hell, even the rush hour motorist? What of the nuclear power plant technician? The general keeping a watchful (bleary?) eye on the radar screens ISO (Vlad’s) nuclear missile launches?

Best advice, as each day draws to an end, we must all…

  • shut up all who air and stream bad news
  • shut down our device’s bright screens
  • shut our eyelids
  • shut off our minds and bodies
  • secure 8hrs of shut-eye (same time each day*)

* preferably night

Who knows? During our REM phase, we might even wind up dreaming up ways to shut down that ecological, ideological and virological mess we’re in.

At the very least… the odds of our working toward society’s betterment can only get better when we’re fully rested and…

Paying Better Attention To Detail!

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Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Going To Bed Without Supper

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As a long in the tooth blogger; one who (definitely) got injured into ill-timed retirement and (perhaps) is en route to insolvency and homelessness; my posted (oft sharp toothed) prose and poetry is known to rage against the rampant, rampaging socioeconomic injustice; which, not unlike Covid-19, is debilitating and decimating our global society.

There have been few of my life’s eras where I’ve not branded my modus operandi tireless; be such roles playpen tyke / “cul-de-sac roads” scholar (ha ha?) / workaday grunt / family caregiver / pandemic “umpire”. Even so, the deeply DNA ingrained, biological need for sleep, sooner or later, doth catch up with me. Such was the case just yesterday, late afternoon.

Keeping odd lockdown hours, it was inevitable that arrhythmic biorhythms / sleep deprivation would overwhelm me; so much so, that by the time I had pried open my Sandman gritted eyes, it was well into this new day’s wee hours. Yet, even then, I merely rolled over, groggily, to grab a few more Z’s, which, eventually, ushered me into daybreak (and more mind’s ache).

Once seated at this a.m.’s dining room table, I offered, upward, thanks for my own home cooking’s nutritional gifts, which I was about to receive. It was upon digging in, that I discovered my having slept thru dinnertime had afforded me a greater appreciation for breaking the fast. To actually feel hunger pangs’ onset had even added flavor to what, ordinarily, could’ve been summarily dismissed as ho-hum cuisine.

Ergo, unless your physician would advise you not to occasionally fast, I’d highly encourage you to do so, too.

Additionally, skipping a meal can help serve up these following truths:

“Food Insecurity: The state of being without reliable access to a sufficient quantity of affordable, nutritious food; ‘more than 800 million people live every day with hunger or food insecurity as their constant companion’”

Google Search Definition • May 8, 2021

“Each day, 25,000 people, including more than 10,000 children, die from hunger and related causes. Some 854 million people worldwide are estimated to be undernourished, and high food prices may drive another 100 million into poverty and hunger.”

General Google Search • May 8, 2021

Obviously, for the closing in on One Billion Souls, going to bed without supper (breakfast and lunch, too), is an everyday, way of life (what life?). Hence, if you’re able to donate to charities that feed the hungry, please do so.

I’d do so, too, were it not for my overwhelming worries that [1] tax breaks that benefit ONLY my homeland’s obscenely wealthy will forever take precedence over hikes to retirees’ Social Security benefits and [2] my own economic downfall just might be closer than I think.

To say the very least… current policies and laws fall far, Far, FAR short of securing a decent life for folks put out to pasture (such as moi).

To say more… Well, I had better not go there. After all, I do want to keep this post’s language family friendly.

BTW, my apologies, in advance, for crying into my coffee.

Note to Self: Considering your site’s traffic, the risk of bumming out your reader(s) will be minimal.

Again, no tears, merely keeping everything real. And speaking of keeping everything real…

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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RU a Groggy Blogger, too?

No yuge surprise, I’ve not been sleeping well ever since Hillary Clinton’s Election Night, 2016 concession speech; ever since Donald J. Trump placed his dainty hand on the Bible to take his Oath of Office; ever since that fake prez began laying waste to the U.S. Constitution, morality, equality, civility, the environment, etc.; ever since Donald’s pandemic has drastically complicated even the simplest of in-public tasks.

However, this post will be more medically than politically oriented.

I’d like to remind everyone that, to stay healthy in mind and body, we must get 8 hours of sleep each night. Not being alert can lead to problems great and small.

Speaking of small, let’s rehash a post, which this groggy blogger had published, all across the WWW, yesterday… a post I believed I had proofread to perfection. Well, after taking a nap, I reread it and was shocked that I had used “their” instead of “there” within the phrase, “Are we their yet?”

Worse yet, I had copied and pasted that very error THREE additional times!

At first, I chuckled and muttered, “OMG how the Hell did I ever miss THAT?

But, then I started to consider the potentially serious side of sleep deficits.

Sure, groggy blogging only damages one’s credibility, but what if you’re a groggy nuclear power plant operator or brain surgeon… or a groggy motorist cruising down a heavily traveled, major thoroughfare?

In other words…

Hey everybody! Get 8 hours of sleep every night!

 

 

 

 

 

Fortune Cookie Blog (Dream Deprivation)

 

We’re both a sleep and dream deprived society. Day in / day out, our chronic
fatigue finds us stumbling / blundering our way through life; oft winding up
with far more problems than solutions. That’s so tragic & ironic, too, seeing
how we often do our best problem solving, while off in the Land of Dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

Fortune Cookie Blog (Let’s get our ZZZs)

 

Daylight Saving Time ends this Sunday in America. That will afford all
of us sleep deprived zombies one extra hour of ZZZs. This could be our
golden opportunity, too. Regardless of where we hail from, let’s all vow
to get eight hours of sleep, every night, from this day onward. Do keep
in mind that chronic sleep loss causes traffic accidents, dementia and
obesity; negatively impacts the immune system & screws up the libido.