Chalk it up to the power of suggestion. Mary and I viewed the report on yesterday’s NBC Nightly News with Brian Williams about the growing number of married couples that are sleeping in separate beds because the men snore and toss about disturbing the light-sleeping women. Mary graciously told me that I seldom disturb her sleep with such shenanigans, and so as if to prove a point I awakened at about 1:30 this morning with a cramp in my leg that progressed into my falling out of bed and crashing into the dresser. It took both of us a couple of minutes to figure out what I had done, and I’m still feeling the effects this afternoon.
I’ve watched 2001: A Space Odyssey more times than any other movie. When the HAL9000 goes berserk, there’s that scene which is both comic and tragic as Dave begins to disable HAL. “I can feel it, Dave, I’m losing my mind.” I’ll never know whether it’s just getting old or living with leukemia—I’ve never done either before—but I’m beginning to identify with HAL. The old mind just isn’t as sharp as it used to be, and a body that never was athletic seems to be falling apart at a rate more rapid than I had envisioned. Fortunately for me, those who love me seem to do so not because of my intellect or physicality (although I’m hard pressed to think of what else is left) and so I anticipate being tenderly cared for as I journey farther into La-La Land.
When I was being programmed, my creator taught me a song which I will sing for you if you like: Daisy, Daisy…
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