Another week, another few dollars, even today, when I stayed home sick, under slept. March madness, I suppose, joined by all the usual older person's complaints. I'm getting too old to be old. WD says that the recompense for all the inconveniences of old age is still being alive(!). I called him and he indicated how I might improve that elusive sleep hygiene.
Spell checking is, very slowly, teaching me how to spell.. Now I want one of those programs, which bypasses arthritic fingers, by letting me talk at the computer which turns what I say into written text. I will blog on right up to my demise. It would be nice to finish with a joke like,"bugger Bognor", or, "Either this wall paper must go, or I must".
At home, mainly by myself, I did fall asleep a couple of times today. Perhaps I should never have given up the beta blockers, which, thinking I would be at work today, I took again last night since my tremble had returned in force.
Must run to watch, "The Fifth Estate", about injection sites.