{"id":2371,"date":"2013-03-05T21:58:51","date_gmt":"2013-03-06T02:58:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/?p=2371"},"modified":"2013-03-05T21:58:51","modified_gmt":"2013-03-06T02:58:51","slug":"one-two-three-some-examples","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/2013\/03\/05\/one-two-three-some-examples\/","title":{"rendered":"one two three, some examples"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The most surprising thing about the aging process is how it goes through phases of happening all at once. When I turned 40 a few years ago it seemed like no big deal, 40, phhfft, who cares? Things are the same, of course they&#8217;re the same, why wouldn&#8217;t they be the same? But gradually it&#8217;s settled in: aging, it&#8217;s for real. All of a sudden my hair is grayer,* my eyes don&#8217;t like contact lenses anymore,** and to make matters worse far-sightedness has been added to my near-sightedness, what the what? Of course this is probably only surprising to me &#8212; I guess I&#8217;d never really read or thought much about the humdrum practicalities of the far side of forty.<\/p>\n<p>* I actually don&#8217;t mind the gray at all, never have, though I will cop to a smidge of worry about the nonconformist nature of many of the gray strands. We&#8217;ll see how anarchic things get &#8212; worst case scenario I will finally have an excuse to see how it looks short, which hasn&#8217;t been the case for a long long time.<\/p>\n<p>** After almost 30 years, how could they betray me like that? I used to wear them for 18 hours straight, to a smoke-filled late-night concert, and put them right back in after just a few hours of sleep. And now I can&#8217;t wear the plastic see-helpers for more than about 6 hrs at a time. This summer I need to find a good optometrist and explore some options, I think.<\/p>\n<p>Today was another aha moment. Last night I was up late, very late (for me), til about 1am, and I had a touch of the awesome (not) early morning insomnia today so up at 6. And as it turns out, the occasional night of 5 hours of sleep is no longer really feasible if I want to have a productive day. Today was slow. Slooooooooooow. I kept drinking coffee, and it kept not helping. I had a candy bar, because I deserved it. No sugar rush. No rushing of any sort, more like padding down a hallway in soft slippers.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t the kind of crushing, I-could-fall-asleep-at-any-moment kind of tiredness that hits you when you&#8217;ve done lots of exercise or travel or that kind of thing. It was more the blanket-of-muffle kind of tiredness. Everything seemed a little bit unreal, like I was behind glass. Everything took longer, far loooooonger than usual. It&#8217;s not that I didn&#8217;t get anything done &#8212; I walked Gus to school, finished and crossed a bunch of stuff off my list at work, even went to a meeting. It&#8217;s more that I kept losing focus and spacing out, then snapping back to attention.<\/p>\n<p>Today was my least meeting-laden day this week so I&#8217;m a little bit sad about this, though not too sad, because I just can&#8217;t work up the energy for that. But last night&#8217;s waking excess was for a good cause: I&#8217;m happy to report that Chapter 6 is drafted and in my research partner&#8217;s hands, woo! And that&#8217;s worth all the spaciness and wasted coffee money for sure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The most surprising thing about the aging process is how it goes through phases of happening all at once. When I turned 40 a few years ago it seemed like no big deal, 40, phhfft, who cares? 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