Are My Batteries Rechargeable?

I decided to take the day off and have a three day weekend, Modern Philosophers, which means you get to enjoy a bonus Friday blog post.

Of course, I couldn’t get away from people before someone inevitably asked if I had any plans for my time off.

So let me ask you this: Is it ever okay for me to reply with something along the lines of “What I do in my own time is my business, so stop asking questions about what I plan to do when I’m away from you!”?

My gut tells me that such an answer would be a social faux pas, but my introvert’s brain tells me that would be a great way to keep people from asking me that stupid question again.

Let’s circle back to that one because it’s probably worthy of its own blog post.

vacation,

Since I was raised by nuns, not by wolves, I told that person I planned to spend my time off recharging my batteries.

Why got me to thinking: Are my batteries still rechargeable?

In my youth (I like to pretend I am super ancient and can dispense wisdom from time to time), I could sleep off anything.  And I slept for hours when the batteries needed a recharge.

Now, I wake up at 5:30 on my day off and can’t get back to sleep.

Sure, I’ve considered shutting down the system completely and doing a full reboot, but I’m truly concerned that this old machine I inhabit will not start up again. 

It feels like I start every day on about 75% battery life, and I risk draining my batteries completely if I’m not in bed by 8:30.

8:30?  Am I back in middle school?

I almost wish I was, but the nuns were there and I wasn’t exactly the most popular kid in school.  What a waste of a full battery life that period of my life was.

Why do we have so much energy when we are young and foolish?  Why can’t our bodies have a monthly carryover plan where unused units of energy can be added to give us a little extra zip should the need arise this month?

I’m sure I had a point to make when I started this post, but I’m drifting off here on the couch after an exciting morning of getting my hair cut, walking to the library, and mowing the lawn.

I’ve completely lost my train of thought, but I’m positive I had a witty and hilarious conclusion planned.  Oh well.  Off to nap.  Happy Friday!

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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6 Responses to Are My Batteries Rechargeable?

  1. markbialczak says:

    I slept until 8 a.m. today, Austin, and even though that’s perfectly acceptable to catch that extra couple hours on a Saturday to power-up, I feel like a lollygagger. See how we’re programmed?

  2. cbiz50 says:

    I understand you took off in a different direction from the first few thoughts
    However
    I have to comment on the beginning
    When I first retired 13 years ago… very young…ppl asked all the time… what do you do all day?… this constant question haunted me…I was younger looking than they expected however it annoyed me tremendously…so much… that I made a book of photos and explanations of my days…I handed it to my dentist upon his questioning… he said…I will never ask again… I carried the book around for the first 7years…now ppl are all old and get how annoying it is…the book is now retired…

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