1 A corpse said to be revived by witchcraft, especially in certain African and Caribbean religions.
1.1 (in popular fiction) a person or reanimated corpse that has been turned into a creature capable of movement but not of rational thought, which feeds on human flesh.‘a world overrun by zombies’‘a horde of mindless zombies craving brains’
1.2 informal A person who is or appears lifeless, apathetic, or completely unresponsive to their surroundings.
1.3 Philosophy A hypothetical being that responds to stimulus as a person would but that does not experience consciousness.
1.4 A computer controlled by another person without the owner’s knowledge and used for sending spam or other illegal or illicit activities.
2 A cocktail consisting of several kinds of rum, liqueur, and fruit juice.
Early 19th century: of West African origin; compare with Kikongo zumbi ‘fetish’.
Well there you have it the dictionary description of the word. All pure fantasy of course unless you actually believe in such things. All I can say is the West African people must have had a vivid imagination! On the morning of the 13 th October I awoke soon after 1 am. I had gone to bed early and ready for a good night’s sleep but didn’t get it until after eight-thirty which meant I had four and a half hours. I often only get that amount of sleep. However I was wide awake and ready for the day despite that. It had been raining throughout the night and was still raining as I stepped outside to go for a walk at two-forty. I was grateful for the lack of wind. On my return home I began to feel the effects of little sleep and wandered about like the zombie of 1.2 above. I never did like eating human flesh and I do have a conscience. Neither am I a computer under the control of another user. Perhaps a shot of 2 might have helped but I rather fancy a long sound sleep would be more appropriate! The matchsticks propping open my eyes helped whist I watched catch-up tv for a couple of hours after which I was as right as rain. Do you think I’m overdoing things a tad? Nah! I doubt it.
Gosh I was tired on Wednesday night but it didn’t help me get much sleep. I did get to sleep however but it lasted only three hours and I was awake again. When I awoke around four o’clock my mind was in overload thinking about everything and nothing. I found myself trying to solve problems as I lay there tossing and turning until finally getting out of bed around six o’clock. From that time on until about nine-thirty I walked about with heavy eyelids and wanting to return to bed though I knew I couldn’t. Once again it was down to me to do the weekly shopping as E was still incapacitated. It’s funny how one perks up when there is something to be done, something necessary that is. It was a slightly easier chore this time as I had a better idea of where to find things. Even so I found it strange that some items were not where I had expected them to be and even E says the same.
As an example one would expect all canned food to be in the same area but at this store that wasn’t the case. E told me later that a certain manager had arranged it that way and saying HE didn’t have a clue. How could a guy get it so wrong she says with tongue in cheek? When I returned home it was almost time for lunch so I prepared it. There was no way I would be doing any work on my project and who was I to argue with E? She told me I needed to rest from it and I knew it myself though there wasn’t much left to do on it. Later, at five o’clock, I had to drive E to the hospital for her appointment. She was having a scan on her shoulder, yet another of her bodily ailments. We stopped by the supermarket on the way back home to purchase an item I had forgotten to buy earlier. Getting back home and it was now time for our evening meal. I was ready for bed by then but of course I had to wait till a more appropriate time……………..
Early to bed and early to rise according to the proverb makes you healthy, wealthy and wise. Not completely sure about the truth in those facts but I do know that it certainly improves my (financial) wealth if it is off to work I will be going. After doing a small job the day before I rested for the remainder of the day and went to bed as early as I thought fit on Sunday evening because I had to arise early on Monday morning. I would be off to work to do a small job before eight o’clock. It was the only time the customer could be at home unless I was prepared to work in the evening or at the weekend. I try my best not to work at those times, excepting for emergencies as was the case on Sunday. Despite the fact I knew I would be getting up early I couldn’t get off to sleep for quite some time and even when I did it was erratic once again. All I can say is that I probably don’t need the sleep I sometimes think I do. I guess that is an age-related thing or I am not working enough to get tired. As we age of course we are less able to work as hard and for as long as we once did. It’s a ‘catch twenty-two’ situation. Anyway I arrived at the house, two miles away, at seven forty-five and was back home less than an hour later having done the work. That work led to more work for me to do later in the week, on Friday when the customer would be able to get some free time at home. E was still in bed when I arrived home and didn’t get downstairs until nine-thirty. She keeps strange hours, not usually getting to bed until one o’clock in the morning. As I write this it is now approaching ten o’clock and I have no plans for the rest of the day but that could change, it often does *. Not so for the rest of the week though, I have work scheduled for each day. It is always busy at this time of year. Maybe I’ll get tired enough to sleep through!
* PS. I did end up doing more work, two more jobs in fact.
I am not sure what it is about my sleep patterns but they are all over the place lately. Normally I would expect to have somewhere between four and a half hours and five hours maximum although sometimes that is split into two separate sessions because of trips to the toilet. Try as I might to sleep for longer periods I am never successful and I lie there for some time in a state of limbo between the desire to sleep more and the need to get out of bed! Lately however my sleep patterns have been somewhat irregular in that I get an hour then wake up. I return to sleep and find I am awake again an hour or so later. When it is time to get up because of my commitments I am finding the alarm waking me up on occasion when normally I am lying there waiting for it to go off! Once in a while I find myself nodding off in the afternoon or early evening, mostly due to work coupled with digesting the food I’ve eaten at mealtimes. Whilst I enjoy having these cat naps I would rather get a few hours of solid sleep at the right hour of the day, that is at night. Another thing I am finding is that often I find I cannot get to sleep until very late at night, in fact as late as two o’clock in the morning. That in itself isn’t a problem if I wish to get up around seven, which for most of the time during the week I do, as I would still get five hours but sometimes I want to get up around six o’clock because of commitments and going to sleep at two isn’t doing me any favours! I do have things on my mind of course and maybe they are the source of my irregularity, only time will prove that one way or another. In the meantime I find myself fatigued at times and the opposite at other times. Perhaps it is simply an age thing but I cannot imagine why. Possibly it is due to a reduction in the work I am doing each day causing me not to feel tired enough at the end of the day but of course I am not able to work as hard as I used to although I can still leave many much younger than myself looking as if they are standing still! Sleepy eyed or not I seem to be managing so I am not concerned. If I need the sleep I am sure I will get it.