I Thigk I'b SigkWhen I conk out cold for an entire hour in the middle of watching TV, it's not a good sign. (The nice thing was falling asleep while bookended by two warm, purring cats with a third behind my head all pillow-like. They should market warm, purring cats as a sedative.)
When I then retire to my bed before 1:00 AM (which for me under current night-owl conditions is early) and stay asleep until 12:30 PM the next day, it's not a good sign.
When I must sleep with a Kleenex™ shoved up one nostril to, uh, keep my pillow clean and have to remember to swap with the other nostril when I change sides, it's not a good sign (and perhaps TMI).
When I must breathe shallowly to prevent hacking up my one remaining lung followed by other more lower-oriented organs, it's not a good sign.
Yep, I thigk I'b sigk.
And that sugks.
But I'm just healthy enough to be able to play along with a very short meme I saw earlier (somewhere): the 6-Word Philosophy of Life Meme. Only six words can be used to sum up your life's motto. Here's mine:
What's focused on becomes the goal.
Meaning, what we focus on—consciously, subconsciously or unconsciously—becomes our goal, whether we intend it to or not, whether we prefer it that way or not. So work on eliminating those subconscious limiting beliefs, because THEY are part of the goals, too, even when we aren't fully aware of them.
OK, that's it, I'm returning to my bed now.