September 20th, 2021

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Reset Thirty-Four, Day Five

Not feeling especially good today, despite (or because of?) the fact that I just ate an extra donut. Sunday brought more sleep disruption, first in the form of a midday sleep that began long after the sun had risen and lasted until a couple of hours before it set, and then what I expected would be a brief nap when I got sleepy shortly before midnight lasted some five hours, so I woke up with the farmers. I wasn't even sure what day it was by then, but once I figured out it was Monday I felt even worse. Trash trucks are making noise in the neighborhood on the other side of the bike path, and the freeway is about to get loud with rush hour traffic. I'm trying to calm myself with harp videos I stumbled across on YouTube, but feeling a bit queasy and rather confused.

What I remember of Sunday is that when I went to sleep in the morning it was still overcast and occasionally sprinkly, and when I woke up, the late afternoon was improbably bright and sunny. The air outside was pleasantly balmy, but I'm so out of the habit that I didn't think to open the windows to capture some of it. I ate something, since forgotten, from the microwave and looked at something, now also forgotten, on the Internet. Then the unintentional nap. Now I wonder if I should drink breakfast orange juice, which will mean the day has begun. I'm not sure I want it to. Something in the back of my mind tells me I ought to try to get back to sleep. It might not be possible. Sometimes I feel like a spy who has been dropped behind enemy lines without any instructions. And I don't even remember which side is which.

Maybe I should just drink the damned orange juice but put a shot in it, so I can pass it off as a late nightcap. Then watch some more harp videos and see what happens. Nobody should expect too much from Monday anyway.