rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


The early dusk keeps catching me unaware. Cats are unfed, laundry unfinished, dinner... well, dinner is always late, anyway. But I keep feeling as though the day has slipped away, wasted, and that the night will be too long. Back in the days when I slept until one o'clock almost every afternoon I didn't get this feeling. The few hours of daylight during which I was awake were sufficient, and the night never seemed long.

But that was when I didn't mind being outside to watch the stars when the nights grew cold. Maybe it was because there was always a warm house to return to. Now I leave the house chilly to save fuel, and the pleasure of going back in doesn't last long enough to make going outside seem less onerous. So now the cats are unfed, the laundry unfinished, and the stars unwatched, and I'm uncomfortably chilly. And I still have to make dinner.

At least I've got electricity and my feet are dry. Plus my house has not been washed away. But then winter is still ahead. The town could still end up under a big load of snow. Everybody's turn comes around eventually. Sometimes weather just bites.

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Ten

    Thursday stayed overcast all day but brought no significant rain. Only after midnight did the sky finally open up. Since then we've had three periods…

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Nine

    Wednesday afternoon I slept again, oblivious until after five o'clock, when I woke to see the late sun declining among thickening clouds. The mist…

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Eight

    I didn't feel like writing anything Tuesday evening, so I went to sleep, though I don't remember if it was before or after midnight, and then woke up…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.