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[May. 23rd, 2017|10:46 pm]
rejectomorph
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The still, moonless night is full of the sounds of crickets, frogs, and air conditioners. My air conditioner is not among them, of course, as I kept the house closed all day and only opened the windows this evening after it cooled off outdoors. Today was the peak of this particular heat wave, and I ought to have the house fairly comfortable before dawn. Tomorrow will be a bit cooler, and tomorrow night could get quite chilly, so I ought to be reasonably comfortable on Thursday. There's to be no more hellishness until early next week. It looks as though I'll survive May. June, July, and August are still undetermined.
A particular cricket has taken up residence outside my window. He's got a nice, steady chirp. I'm thinking about naming him, though if I do that and something happens to him I'll feel sad. With as many feral cats as I've got around here, the odds of something happening to the cricket are pretty high. I suppose I should just enjoy his chirps and let it go at that. Anonymous cricket. Oh, Anonymous the Cricket. Well, that was foolish of me.
I did not sleep well last night, nor today, and I'm getting punchy again. I should overeat something and maybe I'll get to sleep earlier tonight. Better yet, I should drink something and maybe I'll pass out. I'll go see what's going to be on television first. If there's something boring enough I might not need the food or the drink. |
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