Losing sleep

Well, it’s happened. I’m losing sleep. No, not because I’m tossing and turning and can’t get to sleep, but because it seems my bladder can no longer last eight hours. Now it only lasts six. It was bound to happen eventually. I am, after all, in my sixties. It seems to be inevitable. Six hours is not enough sleep, but it’s too much to be able to get back to sleep. So I guess I’m just going to be tired for the rest of my life. Oh, well.

In other news, weeks ago I made a doctor’s appointment to try to get to the bottom (as it were) of the pain in my ass that starts when I’ve been walking for more than an hour. That appointment is today.

Sadly, I haven’t been for a walk for quite a while as, very sadly, Georgie’s done herself a fairly serious injury. An ACL injury to be precise. So she’s been limited to short walks around the block on a leash and no ball chasing. He thinks she’s on the mend, but fears he is only hoping so. I’ve been missing them both. (And the exercise.) A dinner and movie invitation last week did get me some quality time on the couch with her.

Anyway, seems a bit daft going to this doctor’s appointment when I’m not dealing with the pain in my ass at the moment, but I do remember where it was and I know it will come back when walks resume. Just need some reassurance that it doesn’t signify my hip is on the way out. (Like my bladder.) 

Elsewhere… I picked the guitar up once on day one, twice on day two and yesterday multiple times. 

Still haven’t opened the dummies guide, still haven’t looked at the chord chart Ben  left me with, still don’t know what a chord actually is, but, just playing around with it I managed to make up a little tune! Okay, it’s only a few seconds long and only involves three strings, but, fuck me, how satisfying is that?!?

Finally finished The Ink Black Heart last night. Way too long, the web chats (even though I get the point) are annoying and they still haven’t, you know, so feeling a bit cheated and annoyed on a number of fronts.

To cheer myself up I got out of bed, fetched the guitar one last time and took it back to bed with me. After checking to confirm I could still remember my little tune I actually got my phone and recorded it.

Okay, hit a bum note the third time round, but still, eh?

Sent the file to Ben. Haven’t heard back so either he isn’t up yet or he isn’t very impressed. Well, I don’t know about him, but I’m impressed.

Given my previously mentioned history of picking things up and putting them down, not sure how long this will last, but for now I remain kinda smitten.