July 19th, 2021

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Reset Twenty-One, Day Twenty-Three

Sunday afternoon my brother called to say he was bringing over some of my mail that had been delivered to his place, and he stopped and picked me up a few items from the store, so I didn't have to go out into the terribly hot day but now I have donuts and orange juice and beer and dish soap. That should keep me for a week or two. Later the day grew exhausting and I slept for about four hours around midnight. Now it's full day and I can't tell if I'm sleepy or just doltish.

There was no dinner Sunday night, but I had a bottle of dark beer and some chips. The dark beer is Modelo, which is the closest I'm likely to get to a decent substitute for the vanished Sierra Nevada porter. A few hours after my nap, when the night had gotten about as cool as it was going to get, I got a bit hungry and had some toast with cream cheese and a glass of chocolate milk. Not a great combination, but I have lots of milk I need to use up and I wanted to finish off a package of cream cheese before it got any staler, so at least I got something done even if it was sort of unpleasant.

I suspect I'll be sleeping away the middle of the day as I did the middle of the night. I'm afraid the best of the day is already gone. Shortly after sunrise I looked east and saw the morning light glinting from an enormous cumulus cloud. It was a pyrocumulus sent up by the Dixie fire. It has since collapsed, and now the sky is hazy and the air smells faintly of smoke. It could be like this for days. The fire is up to 30,000 acres now, and only about 13% contained, so it will be with us for a long time. I hope August doesn't find me looking back on July as the good part of summer.