Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Reflections of a Restless Mind

I can go to the pub of an evening and have 2 pints (that's a quart, one quarter of a gallon) of 5.5% alcohol content Cider, beautiful cider, and not feel remotely tipsy.

Should I choose to drink something a bit more refined, 2 glasses of red wine, quaffed quickly enough, will make me smile more than normal, from about halfway through the second glass. To be fair, the only time this has happened, Katie and I were out with her folks, and I'd been drinking too slowly and had to take down the second glass lightning quick as we were heading out.

I had 12 ounces (12 freaking ounces! that's 3/4 of a pint) of coffee, with milk, at 3.30 yesterday afternoon. 12.5 hours later, it's 5 a.m. and I haven't yet been to sleep, save for maybe 2 or 3 imperceptible dozes.

Freaking Crap.

While we're on the subject of my wonderful metabolic processes, we had orange sweet peppers (capsicums) in our dinner tonite. I love the taste of peppers. Fried, grilled, with onions and meat or on their own with other veg, I love peppers. My stomach and I disagree harshly on this point. Sometime late, late today, a fair 24 hours after eating them, the lower half of my torso will raise its angry little argument. 24 hours.

If I go for an exhausting bike ride, or go work out at the gym (don't laugh, there was a time), at any point on any given day, I will feel fine the next day. Not a trace of soreness. I feel it the day after the day after though, and usually with accrued interest.

And, to top it all off, ridiculous me, I can be happier than any one person has right to be, and say nothing about it, but give me 30 seconds of discomfort, and I'll feel a desperately urgent need to broadcast it to the masses...

Y'all have a great day.
Multiple drowsy smiles,
Jeffro

6 comments:

Tim said...

No coffee for me after 5:00pm.

if coffee after 5:00pm then Tylenol pm for the sleep.

Simple formula.

Allen said...

So, I guess that time you ate all those hot wings in an attempt to get them for free it was pretty rough the following day.

jeffro said...

Like You Can't Imagine. And even then the t-shirt didn't fit and they didn't put my picture on the wall. Drat it.

j wilson said...

FYI, my literate friend William Frank Buckley died this morning, 2.27.08, in his Conn home during his sleep. I dont know if you have heard or even if you cared, but I compare you two nearly everytime I read your thoughts. Hope you are well.....it is 86F here in ol' FL
Cheerio as they say
Jacob

jeffro said...

Willie Jake-
I'm sorry to hear that. I haven't ever read his work, but I have heard of him- and that perhaps from you. My deepest condolences. I hate to uphold the tradition that authors are never appreciated until after they've left this world, but I'll try to look up some of his stuff-- such of it as I can find here in Scotland.

86 Degrees, I think it hit 40 at most this week, but the wind chill has put it down to freezing, if not well below. Gusts up to 60 miles an hour, days on end.

You going wandering again?

j wilson said...

There is a possibility of such wandering near the end of this year. My Brother and I are trying to figure something out. I would love to go to Mongolia but I heard it was very hard to get a visa and the country as a whole is full of robbers and other such thugery, if that is even a word. Suggestions?