Too Little Sleep And Too Many Comics

There are few things in life that are better than freshly cleaned sheets.
Okay, there are few things in my life that are better than freshly cleaned sheets.
Normally when I have them – as I did last night, as I’d washed the sheets as part of the whole cleaning thing – I get a very good night’s sleep.
Unfortunately, at diner Stacy ordered a Coke and, with my more relaxed attitude about caffeine, I thought, “That sounds good,” and ordered one for myself.
Of course, we were there for quite some time, so one became several, al of which meant that, clean sheets or not, I didn’t get to sleep until well after 3 am.
I woke up sometime before 10 and found myself over on the opposite side of the bed sleeping in a diagonally position, the very top of my just barely resting on my pillow.
After getting up, talking to my mother, and doing a bunch of nothing in particular, I decided to try to take a nap around noon, but recently a new dog has arrived in the building and he, like the dog upstairs, likes to keep his loneliness at bay through barking.
The new dog’s bark is much more shrill and yippy than the other dog, and he also seems to have more energy and determination, continuing to bark well past the point at which the old dog is willing to settle for emitting the occasional whine.
So the yipping pretty much killed the nap idea.
I spent the rest of the afternoon watching some show about prehistoric animals that existed before dinosaurs that I’d watched before, and entering some of my comics into the database software.
I was basically working from memory, selecting the issues that I know that I have.
This isn’t really that phenomenal a feat; I was mostly putting in limited series that I know I have every issue of.
I was also doing the Superman titles, which is made fairly easy based on the fact that I have, with a handful of exceptions, every issue of Superman, Adventures of Superman, Action (excepting the year or so when it was a weekly book), and Superman: The Man of Steel published between late 1986 and mid 1995.
So basically it was a matter of going into the list, finding the range and checking them all off, then skimming through to uncheck the issues (I’d say fewer than five) that I’m missing from that period.
Even with just working from memory and entering in a small percentage of the total, I already have 573 comics in the database.
After that I did some work on the comics themselves, de-bagging them in preparation for the day when I will re-bag them.
I actually learned something while de-bagging them: a person my age shouldn’t spend a significant amount of time sitting on the floor hunched over.
And later I learned that those force flex garbage bags are no match for a pile of old comic book backer boards. I learned this on the stairs on my way to the dumpster.
And that was my ever so exciting Sunday. I’ll bet you’re glad I decided to write an entry to tell you all about it.