Wearing down

In recent weeks I have become more tired and unproductive: at times I am barely treading water. I did try starting a decent multivitamin in case that helped; at least that was an easy experiment. At work we just had our annual users' meeting and maybe that wiped me out even more: I slept for a long time after its last two days but did not feel correspondingly better for it. In the mornings usually I do not sleep in for long even if I can as I soon feel inclined to get up and do things. Similarly, if I am left alone later in the day then I rest for a while but then start to find things to do. However, in both cases that initial period when I choose to rest seems to have become rather longer than it was. Even before starting to rest more I was just about staying on top of routine chores but not making progress with any of the personal things I need to.

At least my paid work is fine: I have enough energy for that. I have also been trying to limit my television-watching: e.g., though I like science fiction I saw that Ascension (2014) appeared on Netflix and for now am deciding not to bother; also I am in two minds about Missions (2017) which has reached BBC Four but at least its episodes are short. Also on Netflix I am inclining against the second season of Fauda (2015) though I watched the first. So, I am at least avoiding comforting distractions. I am also not rushed off my feet. Yet again I feel as if I am lacking some insight into what is going on with me.

2001: A Space Odyssey

This evening we saw the rerelease of the unrestored 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) at the cinema. It is rare that I consider a movie worth ticket prices but this is among my favorites and certainly benefits from the big screen, though I am glad to have also read the novel. My daughter was demographically distinct in the theater audience which was largely older and very male.

Coincidentally, my recollection is that 2001 is the last movie that my father saw at the cinema and today is also the anniversary of his death. With both of my parents passed away, taken by cancer, I no longer have anybody to ask in verifying these memories: am I correct about it being his last cinema visit? I will never know: they died and what they saw will be lost in time: I will keep an eye out for other rereleases.