|Mr F's first Kindergarten project!|
I've always had something of a sense for things like direction -- I could usually tell if I was heading, say, west, but in the past few years I've noticed that I no longer can do that. I'll be driving along, and for some reason my mind will say something to me like "Hey, feels like we're heading south!" and I'll glance at the compass on my mirror (It came with the car, I'm not the kind of person who buys a compass because I live in the 21st century and don't need a compass any more than I need a dousing rod) and the compass will say "West." And I'll be tempted to argue with it.
My sense of hot and cold left next: now, my body just randomly picks a temperature. I'll be sitting at my desk at work, comfortably pretending I'm up to something worthwhile (I'm reading celebrity gossip so I know what Sweetie's talking about) and suddenly my body will decide it's cold, and I'll get shivery even though it's still 72 degrees. I don't pay it any mind because a while later my body will decide it's actually too hot.
The time of day is worrisome, though. Take right now: it's 6:40 on my clock as I type this. To my body though, it feels like, oh, say, 2 in the afternoon. And that's not because I got up early or stayed up late; I've only been up an hour, and I was only up until about 10:30 last night. No, my body just decided that (a) 2 p.m. has a feel, and (b) it feels like this.
I figure I'm somewhat responsible for this, though, in that I've got a bunch of clocks that don't agree on the time; my watch says it's 6:52. My cell phone says 6:39. The clock on the stove says 6:42. The microwave clock three feet away says 6:40. And so on.
Today's workout: Biking, Level 5, 6 miles, 24:54, which is 6 seconds faster than last time. I swear I'm not doping!
Latest weight: 251.
Today's song that seems kind of creepy to have on a playlist but I really like it and also I can play it on the piano: In The Hall Of The Mountain King, Edvard Grieg