November 12th, 2021

caillebotte_the orangerie

Reset Thirty-Five, Day Thirty-One

Thursday I don't even remember when I woke up. It was daytime, which I guess is good, but it was fairly early. Painters came and painted the outside trim on the apartments. It used to be a bluish gray, as was popular several years ago, but now it is a shade of brown not too different from milk chocolate or soiled diaper. I haven't decided if I approve or not. Not that it matters. I seldom look at the trim anyway, and I don't really care what other people think about it. It's just that when it comes to chocolate I prefer it dark, and when it comes to baby turds I prefer none at all.

As predicted, the day was mild. After a couple of weeks of chill, it was nice to sit in the sun for a while. The sun doesn't linger long in my back yard, though, so I didn't have time to grow tired of it. It did look cheery through the window, and I did have the window open for a while, so the apartment got a bit fresher. It's supposed to get about as warm today, and tomorrow, and Sunday, and that might be the last fresh air I get in here for the rest of the year, so I intend to take advantage of it.

The mild afternoon quickly transformed into a chilly evening, and suddenly I didn't feel like eating another sandwich for dinner. I dawdled until it was too late to prepare anything elaborate that was warm, so I settled for a ramen bowl. I'll have to get more of those. I'm running pretty low on them, and ramen season is definitely on the way. It's also cocoa season. My bedtime snack tonight is going to be cinnamon toast and cocoa. I'll need more cocoa powder soon too.

For some reason I went out an checked the mailbox Thursday evening, having totally forgotten that there is no mail delivery on Armistice Day. Having totally forgotten that it even was Armistice Day. Sorry, General Pershing.