November 5th, 2021

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Reset Thirty-Five, Day Twenty-Four

Thursday I tried to make arrangements to have somebody go to the store for me, but nobody was available. There must have been things going on, but being out of all the loops I was unaware. I'll try again this afternoon, but it means I probably won't get anything before Saturday. None of the stuff is essential, of course, just inconvenient to be without. I probably won't die without it. 97% I won't die. Maybe 93%.

The rain was all done by the time I woke up Thursday afternoon, and there was bright sunshine, and the mockingbird was singing, and the air was free of smoke, and and it all looked so cheerful with its bright sky and fluffy little white clouds I almost went back to bed. But I steeled myself against the threat of cheer and pushed through to chilly nightfall and the concealing darkness. Then I rewarded myself with the last of the canned baked beans and the last crust of bread, toasted and well-buttered to partly disguise its staleness. Since then I have mostly Interneted, and indulged in periodic viewings of the YouTube video of Primitive Radio Gods' "Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand." That suits my mood far more than a cheerful, sunny afternoon.

I didn't have too much trouble getting to sleep Thursday morning, so maybe my luck will continue today. It would be nice to have a routine develop, if only for a while, but I doubt I'll get that lucky. There is some chance that rain will return today, so perhaps I'll escape the indignity of another cheerful afternoon. That will be luck enough.

I keep forgetting to do this: