Not entirely sure if I went to bed “early” last night. I know it was a little earlier than my usual midnight, one AM turning off the light.
For some reason earlier in the evening, I had a hankering to watch IronMan (the first one). So, I search the various content providers and found it, started to watch it.
Since I’ve seen it a dozen times, around the scene when Obadiah Stane is over at Tony’s place, playing the piano, and offering pizza to Tony was when I became a bit bored with it. Actually, as I’m typing this, the last scene I saw was Tony at the black tie party, and Stane takes Tony aside and informs him, “who do you think locked you out of the boardroom/company, that was me, Tony”…
I then turned it off, and went to bed.
I woke up a half hour ago, thinking, hoping it was at least six thirty, seven AM.
Alas, it was just 3AM,
And my ears are fucking ringing.
The ringing comes and goes, mostly has been gone the last several weeks, and is in a lesser state, barely noticeable.
Not “tonight” (is it still night, or is 4AM “morning”?)
So, I’ve moved from the bed, into the Sun Porch, to the Lazyboy chair, with a pillow and cover over me.
The house temp (@70) seems like I don’t need the cover, but I know, after an hour or two in the chair, the body will feel the early morning chill.
Besides.
It’s a security blanket.
Actually, my pillow is.
Lol.
The heat just kicked on.
I know I’ll be reading for the next two, three hours, and then will be falling right back to sleep, right when the sun will be showing up at 7:30, and I’ll be wanting to crawl back into bed for a couple more hours of sleep.
Thing is, I’ve got to be up in Roseville by ten AM this morning. Guess I should set my alarm right now to ensure I get up in time to make it up there in time.
Give me a sec.
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Ok. That’s done.
Ringing is still going on.
Fuck me.
