July 19th, 2020

caillebotte_man at his window

Losing Track

Noises indicate that the mini-metropolis is still populated, though I caught sight of nobody all day Saturday. I've heard cars and trucks and I've heard planes flying over, and I've heard voices and a boom box and once a skateboard on the bike bath beyond the back fence. My brief foray into sleeping something like a typical schedule is over, as I woke up around eight o'clock Saturday morning with too little sleep, then tossed and turned and worried for what seemed like two hours until I thought I might as well get up, but then rolled over to grab my glasses and instead fell asleep again at last. I finally got up around half past twelve. So it goes.

I saw a few birds on Saturday, and a few insects. A daddy long legs spider is rebuilding the web around the back porch light after I swept it away a couple of days ago. I haven't seen Taylor the lizard lately, or the other lizard, but now and then I do hear rustling in the plants, and maybe that's lizard noise. The heat i still appalling by day and unpleasant most of the night, but next week is expected to bring three days with highs of a mere 95 degrees and nocturnal lows in the mid-sixties. I'll have to make do with that as the closest thing to a respite we are likely to get for now. I try not to remember that August is often hotter than July in these parts.

It looks like my shopping trip will be on Monday. My list is still growing, but I'm not sure everything on it will be available. I'm not sure that's even important. At the moment I can't think clearly about food as I've just spent several minutes stuffing myself with some dates and pecans I'd forgotten I had. I lose track of so many things anymore. But at least today I remember what day it is.


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