I'm not sure how close I am to going crazy from the noise, but I'd guess pretty close. Looks like I'll be spending less time at the computer in the evenings until buzzy little cricket season is over. I might be able to write my posts in the daytime, but I'm quite a bit more disorganized that time of day. The buzzy little crickets are supposed to be edible, but they don't seem very appetizing to me. I wish the feral cats would eat them so I could get some peace and quiet.
Unpleasantly Buzzed
I'm not sure how close I am to going crazy from the noise, but I'd guess pretty close. Looks like I'll be spending less time at the computer in the evenings until buzzy little cricket season is over. I might be able to write my posts in the daytime, but I'm quite a bit more disorganized that time of day. The buzzy little crickets are supposed to be edible, but they don't seem very appetizing to me. I wish the feral cats would eat them so I could get some peace and quiet.
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52/04: Later and Later
Oh the relentless sunny days reminding me of what I don't do anymore. Like write journal entries on time and remember to post them. It's not that I'm…
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52/03: No Salt, Sherlock
Loosing track again. I think I'm running at least a day behind, but behind what I have no clue. And last week I was a day ahead. One would think I'd…
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52/02: I Knew
Dinner for breakfast again, following morning at midnight, and a wish to still be asleep. My brain feels like a muddled Miró, comically scary though…
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