Or however it is you spell the word...
I just came across an interesting exchange of opinions on MetaFilter, here, on how you improve the quality of sleep in your bed. I was a little surprised to see that other people think about this. I do, but I figured that was just me. Some interesting ideas in there...
An article in today's Washington Post is about kids -- lower grade school -- who are getting officially branded as sex offenders because they do what I regard as perfectly normal things for a young kid -- smacking another kid on the bottom, burying their head in the female teacher's chest. I think that's overkill. I know that kids are more mature, in both physiological and psychological ways, than years ago; I know that a twelve year old can be sexually active; I know that kids younger than that have assaulted people with weapons. But when a first grader gets officially stamped because he smacked a girl on the behind -- no reprimand, go straight to nuclear -- I think it's gone too far.
Got to visit the dentist this morning, spend some quality time reading an interesting meatball recipe from the April House Beautiful (not on their web site, dammit) while he mused over rebuilding the temporary upper denture so I can wear it as needed during the months that the implants are fusing with my jaw. My experience has been that dentists have a skewed version of time, and that was met again today, as he said that 'normally' they would ask me to come back in a day or so for a fitting, but in this case, they'd ask me to come back in a week. Groan. I was also not too terribly surprised when he implied that this thing will be for show only; no biting or chewing. Funny how they didn't mention that back when this started, and they were saying things like 'you'll be able to wear this while the implants heal'. Could it be that they actually think that when a normal person hears that, they don't think 'eat'?
It occured to me, the other day, that possibly the reason I've gained a little weight is that I'm not doing exercises routinely at the therapy place, but I'm still eating as normal. (Gee, you think?) So, I've resolved to start walking again, even though it hurts a bit, and to aid the process, I borrowed my mother's cane. I think it helped; I went about a mile and a half, only stopped once to stretch a little, and didn't get out of breath until the very end. I think that's goodness.
2 comments:
I tend to think about quality of sleep a lot to especially since I've always had a hard time falling asleep so anything that can help me do that is helpful. So you aren't the only one.
I can't believe that Washington Post article it almost seems like it would be something in the Onion news report. There is something wrong with our society.
I would imagine college dorms aren't known for the quality of their beds. I only stayed in one once, for a night, and I was young enough and excited enough that it could have been cinderblocks I was sleeping on.
And yes, there's a number of things that are wrong in our society. We've been guided too much by fanatics.
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