Another factor - Sleep apnea. I was ok in the mornings, the crashed about noon and was dopey all afternoon. I mentioned to my doctor that I'd had a close call driving my car, and he sent me to the sleep test. Now I use a CPAP machine to help me breathe while I sleep, and it's made all the difference. I'm pretty sure the apnea cost me a job, though.
Even worse when you're allergic to some ingredients. Going out to dinner with some friends, we were interrupted by one of the guys collapsing because Caesar salad has anchovies in its dressing, and Who Knew?
I notice that videos taken with jiggly-phone don't show up-and-down very clearly. It looked like the big truck was coming down the hill at the right, then slowed down at the left. I see him sliding backwards 'uphill' until it his the light-pole.
The one I miss is the Internet Movie DataBase forum (IMDb). It was a goldmine of information, insight, humor, analysis, support and intelligent criticism, with just a bit of crazy. Then, one day, the Powers-That-Be decided to chop it, and life became less fun. I blame the advent of Mr Trump, whose supporters spam-warred with the bashers.
Yeah, 'Why didn't he signal his lane change?'. This is obviously not happening in Toronto, where one badly-planned left turn can jam up an entire street for the whole morning, while the Emergency Workers diddle around, taking statements and eventually clearing the bent car. And... it reflects on the TTC driver's record, future raises and promotions, etc.
Some things happened, just between the computers and the humans who dealt with them. A meat-packing plant in my hometown put a few tons of canned ham out to be disposed of, because the meat-expiry date had gone to '00. The fellas who actually worked the fork-lifts spotted this and saved the garbage men the trouble of carrying it away. My Dad came home with a case he'd gotten from his local garage - 24 cans for five dollars. Small disaster = small windfall. Lots of other examples.
I've been making the same observation for fifty years now: The preview, and the movie, shows Bond using a Browning Model 1922 with the silencer, to kill the assassin. Not a Walther. Kind of a tradition with me, I guess.
Might have made a difference if he'd actually played music instead of just noise. Cows like music; they even give more milk when the barn is wired-up. 'Course, those might have been all steers; they only have good taste after the barbecue.
Hmmmm. Minnie must be saying something clearly, in Cat. Before the video was half over, my Pepsi was seated beside me, pulling on my sleeve. And then she led me to the kitchen where her bowl lives.
Not sure I'd want it in my hand - too many nerve endings there. Maybe halfway down my forearm, an area already pretty scarred and tanned, no nerves there!