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azurelunatic) wrote2022-05-06 08:15 am
azurelunatic) wrote2022-05-06 08:15 am
Sleep graph: graph stamp
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March: drawing each little box with a calendar template.
April: stamping rows of boxes, not aligned well.
May: stamping a grid, with only one major misalignment.
There are key rows, lest I get lost and forget where hour 10 is. The day-of-month boxes are colored with my day-of-week rainbow colors.
Last night my phone forcibly rebooted itself (it had been a while) and I didn't really notice but it came back up without accelerometer. So my sleep record last night is flat despite the usual forays to the bathroom and the occasional flipping of sides. When it was time to feed the yell, I stopped sleep tracking and rebooted. So if I get more sleep, at least that should be (nice and) accurate.
The Yell had some indications of mild kidney woe at her last checkup, so we have been adding water to her food. She has complaints about the accuracy of the service in this establishment, as well as the speed. She ordered breakfast, not soup!
Weird dreams again, as is typical. An author went missing and all attempts to contact her after some kind of melon cart collision went unanswered. She later emerged for the award ceremony, to everyone's relief. An old friend came to visit and court, but that was complicated by mask situations. (Hilariously, my brain substituted respirator style masks for both the expected mouth and nose mask, and also the inevitable "bathing suit area" barrier. With a long intercontinental flight, a respirator may well have been practical, but I'm stumped about my brain's substitution in the other matter.)
March: drawing each little box with a calendar template.
April: stamping rows of boxes, not aligned well.
May: stamping a grid, with only one major misalignment.
There are key rows, lest I get lost and forget where hour 10 is. The day-of-month boxes are colored with my day-of-week rainbow colors.
Last night my phone forcibly rebooted itself (it had been a while) and I didn't really notice but it came back up without accelerometer. So my sleep record last night is flat despite the usual forays to the bathroom and the occasional flipping of sides. When it was time to feed the yell, I stopped sleep tracking and rebooted. So if I get more sleep, at least that should be (nice and) accurate.
The Yell had some indications of mild kidney woe at her last checkup, so we have been adding water to her food. She has complaints about the accuracy of the service in this establishment, as well as the speed. She ordered breakfast, not soup!
Weird dreams again, as is typical. An author went missing and all attempts to contact her after some kind of melon cart collision went unanswered. She later emerged for the award ceremony, to everyone's relief. An old friend came to visit and court, but that was complicated by mask situations. (Hilariously, my brain substituted respirator style masks for both the expected mouth and nose mask, and also the inevitable "bathing suit area" barrier. With a long intercontinental flight, a respirator may well have been practical, but I'm stumped about my brain's substitution in the other matter.)
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