I should probably eat something. Probably food. All I had today was half a cantaloupe. I'd have preferred a casaba, but they are still too expensive. The cantaloupe was good, though, despite cantaloupe not being my favorite melon. It tasted like summer, back when summer's heat didn't seem so burdensome. Years ago, decades ago, when I could walk for hours through scorching city streets and never took afternoon naps.
What became of that?