October 8th, 2020

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Reset Thirteen, Day Fourteen

There's very disappointing news from the weather forecast. Saturday's rain has been canceled. There's a ten percent chance of showers on Friday, but that's it until next Tuesday, when it will be ten percent again. Somebody took our storm. I disapprove. In fact I'm reporting the theft to the rain police, aka the god Poseidon. Poseidon is personal friend of mine, and is not pleased when I'm displeased. Keep in mind that Poseidon is also the god of earthquakes (caused when Poseidon has flatulence, vibrations from which travel through the sea to shake nearby land masses.) The storm thief had better watch out.

The day (which was Wednesday, I think) went weirder than the two previous days, and I didn't get to sleep until two o'clock in the afternoon, then woke up around six. I'm pretty tired right now and hope I can get back onto something resembling a regular schedule today. I'll try to get to sleep shortly and get up before noon. It's quite chilly outside right now, and supposed to only get up to 78 today. A couple of days of cooler weather might reset my brain. I've been so confused lately, and my memory is crap.

There was something else but of course I've forgotten.

What the hell am I doing here?

I should have washed my glasses. I can't see squat.