||[Oct. 18th, 2016|08:35 pm]
Last night I fell asleep before fixing dinner, and slept for almost three hours, so I ended up just heating a can of soup around eleven o'clock. I didn't get back to sleep until six o'clock in the morning, and then woke up about two o'clock in the afternoon. I guess I'll be rested enough to fix an actual dinner tonight, somewhat late due to having had a light lunch around four o'clock. But it's chilly again tonight, so I'll have to be wary of those comfy blankets. They can just lure me in and put me to sleep before I know it.|
It remained cool all afternoon despite some bright sunlight. The warming trend that's due will be gradual, but I think I might be able to open the windows again by Thursday. That will help keep me awake, as the stuffy atmosphere of furnace-heated air is somewhat soporific. The leaves littering the lawns might be dry enough to rake by then, too, so I'll be able to uncover the grass and let more of it get some sunshine. With luck it might get fully green again before the winter cold arrives to re-brown it.
The computer has been behaving rather badly again, although my Internet connection has been reliable this evening. The machine has gone though that thing where it checks itself for ticks after being turned on, and then it tells me that the system has recovered from a serious error. It's done that two days in a row now. I think it's trying to remind me that is at digital death's door. Someday I'll turn it on and it won't recover, and then I'll be forced to find a replacement for it. It really ought to have been retired a couple of years ago, but expense. At least it hasn't yet succumbed entirely to Sluggo's Disease.
I'm pretty sure I was going to watch something on television at nine o'clock, and even though I can't remember what it was I'm going to go fix dinner now so I'll be ready by then. I used to be able to tell myself that if I didn't remember something then the thing wasn't really important, but my memory is getting so crappy that I can no longer rely on that assumption being true. Ah, age, but that they strange mutations make us... wait, what was I going to say?