July 1st, 2021

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Reset Twenty-One, Day Five

Back around eleven o'clock Wednesday evening I felt very tired and almost took a nap, but forced myself to stay awake and now, after wasting the last few hours, I'm very tired again but feel like I need to post a journal entry even though I have nothing of any importance to say. Don't you hate when that happens? I can see my bed from here, and it looks so inviting. I can imagine myself stretched out with the cool air from the fan blowing across me, giving me rheumatism in my neck, desiccating my sinuses. I won't be able to resist much longer.

It's supposed to be a mere 97 degrees today, which is sure to delight fans of not having heat stroke. Meanwhile it's going to be 65 degrees today in San Francisco. Their high will be lower than our low. I complain about this every summer around this time, but nothing ever changes. San Francisco cannot be shamed or bullied or cajoled into letting a bit of that coolth creep up the valley to us. San Francisco, as you may know, is sort of a prick. Well, just wait until their next earthquake and see if we send them any almonds!

And I just hit the wall hard. Time to get horizontal voluntarily before it happens accidentally.