The “Rest” Of The Story

I understand completely if yesterday’s post engendered more “Okaaaay . . .” responses than anything else.  Originally I was going to elaborate before posting, but I ran out of time before I found a way to make it “pithy” enough for my tastes.  Today though, pithy or not, here’s the elaboration:

When I first got one of those toys that, among other things, monitors your heart rate (It was a hand-me-down I thought I’d try, not a necessity!) I had a bad moment before I realized I was reading my current heart rate as my resting heart rate.  BIG difference!

On the plus side, that brief scare got me more interested in my heart rate data, and that’s when I noticed something.  The difference in my resting heart rate on days after I’d gotten adequate sleep/rest versus the days after (and I’m going to be kind here) I got “less than ideal for me” amounts of sleep was . . . significant, significant enough for me to make some long overdue changes to my sleep habits, in fact.

So . . . yeah . . . it’s called resting heart rate for a reason.

I Know, I Know, That SHOULD Have Been Obvious

It’s only relatively recently that I realized that the operative word in “resting heart rate” is, you know, rest!

My Sleep Deprived Internal Monologue From This Morning

I can’t believe I’m still awake, and I wouldn’t believe how awful I feel if wasn’t feeling it.  At least the sunset is pretty.

Tired or not, pretty sure it’s called a sunrise when it’s happening in the morning.  It doesn’t feel like a sunrise though . . . 

Oh, what the heck, maybe it can be both.  Whose going to argue with me about it at this time of the morning?

Both it is then.

It’s still pretty.

And While That HAS Happened, I’ve Found My Follow-Ups Need To Done When I’m Prepared To Deal With That NOT Being The Answer

The other day L’s Mother asked me if I was going to follow-up on something today, and I told her no, but I likely would on Wednesday.

“Why not Tuesday?” she asked.

“Because,” I answered, “I know what my Tuesday is already looking like, and I won’t be prepared until Wednesday at the earliest for the answer to be anything but “Yes sir, that’s already been taken care of; sorry for not telling you sooner.”

A Brief Silence

Silence, and a candle for all those people in your life you were once close to and now . . . for one reason or another, you’re not anymore.

An Ill Wind Blows Today

Arguing nutrition with a child is as effective as arguing meteorology with a hurricane.

This Is My Life Now

Me:  *looking up and seeing my son approaching even though he was completely concealed by the blanket he was holding*  Oh, look.  It’s a walking blanket.

My Son:  *covers me with said blanket*

Me:  It is now dark, so I shall go to sleep.  *makes snoring noises*

My Son:  *starts playing my head like it’s a drum*

Me:  I am being used as a percussion instrument, and am now awake.

My Son:  *removes the blanket, grins at me, then leaves without saying a word*

But I’m The Better For It, And You Will Be Too

Yes, son, I am adamant that your screen time is linked to your physical activity level.  No, you don’t “have” to do anything, but if you want screen time, you need to intersperse that time with active time, or there will be no screen time.

No, I don’t expect you are happy about that.  I certainly wasn’t when I introduced the same rule for myself.

I Learned That From A Political Ventriloquist

Just because the old adage of “You can always tell when a politician is lying because their lips are moving” has technically become outdated in the age of social media (assuming they are capable of typing without moving their lips – a trick I’m not convinced all of them can pull off, truth be told),  doesn’t make the core idea of the adage any less valid.

On The Other Hand, Nobody Has Ever Criticized My Singing While I Was Swinging A Battle-ax Around

Something that caught my eye while checking my social media feed:  “Grab your ax and come sing us the song of your people!!”

Me (thinking):  Now, you see, that right there . . . that is an excellent example of exactly the sort of thing you should never say to me!