Null and void
Yesterday was a null day.
I use the word in the computery sense. Null isn’t the same as zero which is a number, or space which is a character. Null means just nothing – a void, a non-existence.
So yesterday I wasn’t happy or sad. I wasn’t anything. I suppose the nearest is tired. I didn’t even realise I was tired until my phone rang and woke me. I had fallen asleep without realising it.
Null days happen occasionally, usually after I have done something the previous day. Sure enough on Thursday I had been to the village to collect a car load of stuff. I then mowed the lawns and did a bit of heavy weeding. So having spent all my energy on Thursday I had none left for Friday. Having no energy also means no thinking, so my mind was a blank as well. It’s a bit of a curse when this happens and I suppose it’s just as well I don’t work. When I say I don’t work, I mean in the employment sense and not in the broken toy sense, though I suppose there are similarities.
I’m not much better today. I do have the energy to type a few words but the mind is still in null mode.
That explains why I am scribbling pure shite.
I find that on these null days the best remedy is to stop by the local cannabis dispensary. At least it makes the day bearable.
Sadly my stash has depleted to the point of non-existence.
I’m at least a year older than you, Grandad. However, I’m fortunate not to suffer any medical problems that I know of – other than drinking too much (why not) – and being English. Like you, my wife has real problems – advanced dementia. Every day is a bit relentless. So, like you, I find that completing one major task means resting for at least a day. Mowing the grass is hard work, and I only have 40 feet by 100 feet to mow! Even washing the car needs a day’s rest. One blessing, we’ve four kids and eight grand-kids who can be quite helpful sometimes when they’re not nagging me for a lack of dusting and vacuuming, or cleaning the kitchen. Otherwise, perhaps the lack of energy might mean we’re just getting old and can’t admit it.
With sympathy, Yet Another Chris.
I never knew that being English is a medical problem? It could explain a lot as my mother was from Wimbledon.
Sadly I think you’re right. Just getting old. I suppose it’s sort of inevitable?
When the sun is in the wrong place I can appreciate all the need for dusting and polishing etc. However, as we have no visitors planned, I’m ok with just putting it on the to do list.
Quentin Crisp had a theory that dust only collects to a quarter inch on any surface. This seems like a reasonable proposition. It needs some research and experimentation though?
We have a small sign hanging in the living room that makes perfect sense to me.
“Yesterday I cleaned the house, which is dumb, because we still live here.”