Oh Hypno

I sat down at this desk with every intention of restarting the blog, but after twenty minutes of doing nothing more than staring at the screen, I realized that I don't yet have the energy to make a go of it.  In fact, I'm having trouble stringing together these sentences.  It feels as if I mainlined a good dose of fatigue.  I have my moments of clarity when the energy level spikes to an acceptable range and I think that I might be productive at something other than being a father of a newborn, but then before I can even gather my thoughts to do something with the energy, it departs and I find myself staring at a nail in the wall as if it were the face of God.  Besides, I want to focus what strength I do have on Marlie.  She's the most important thing right now.

I know it will get better soon and believe me this is no way a complaint.  Just an excuse.  So bear with me this week and the weeks to come as I adjust to my new schedule, my new life, and figure out just how to use this lack of sleep to my benefit.

Update:  Last night a few seconds into brushing my teeth, I kept thinking that the toothpaste tasted kind of funny.  That's when I realized that instead of using the usual Crest I had loaded the brush with a good line of Dawn dish-washing detergent.  It could have been worse.

Comments

[Dan Wickett]

Dawn? That stuff'll clean your system out quick.

[Levi]

Jeff -- seeing as how a bottle of Dawn looks absolutely nothing like a tube of Crest, I'd say you must be even more out of it than you think. You may want to consider some sleep.