Foggy Morning Breakdown

12:21 Thursday, 5 March 2026
Current Wx: Temp: 39.33°F Pressure: 1022hPa Humidity: 97% Wind: 3.56mph
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Technically, well, actually actually, it's after noon, but it's a blog. I'm here. I needed a title. And it is foggy.

Sleep has been problematic since Friday. It's never "great," but lately I've waking up in the wee hours of the morning and failing to go back to sleep. I'm usually up until 4:00 a.m. when the Puzzles in Apple News+ roll over, and then I do the Quartiles puzzle until I either complete it, or I get tired of trying. Then I do the mini-crossword, and try to go back to sleep, usually successfully. But then I'm in bed until 0730 or thereabouts, which is usually pretty late in the day for me, and it screws up my "schedule."

So that's the reason for the late start here. Unsure of when this is going to resolve itself. It also feels as though I've been grinding my teeth. Not good.

After wiring up Tinderbox and Claude, I haven't gotten back to working with it. Distracted by Trump's "special military operation," and all the other chaos this administration is inflicting on the American people.

Mitzi and I have been trying to get in better physical condition, so I've been trying to cut down (not "out") sugar in my diet. Which means I've abandoned my vanilla Häagen Das and that makes me sad. Also trying to do more than just the twice weekly workout with the personal trainer.

Since the weather has been warmer and the snow is pretty much all gone again, I've tried to be outside a little. Yesterday I began trying to rake some of the stone displaced by the plowing back into the driveway. This morning I figured I'd do a "farmer's walk" with two thirty-pound dumbbells I bought, and then do some raking.

Starting out feels pretty easy, but it's about 70 paces to the road from the porch and I really start to notice the weight about two thirds of the way down. By the time I get to the road and turn around to go back up the driveway, it's a genuine question in my mind if I'm going to make it or not. But, "one foot in front of the other," ya know, and I get to the porch with my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't die, so I'll call it a "win."

Then I went back to raking gravel. That's a workout in itself. Not that my Apple Watch seems to notice! I did that for about half an hour and my watch gave me six minutes of "exercise" credit.

Bastard.

So that's been this morning's marmot.

I may muster up the enthusiasm to play with Tinderbox and Claude this afternoon. We'll see.

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