November 19th, 2021

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Reset Thirty-Five, Day Thirty-Eight

Thursday started out promising, but didn't keep its promises. I did get to sleep before the sun came up, but then woke up at nine o'clock in the morning, then spent an hour trying to get back to sleep but failed, so started my very long day. One of the things I'd hoped to do was make out a shopping list and make arrangements to go grocery shopping today (Friday) but as the overcast afternoon passed I grew more and more miserable. Unable to concentrate, distracted by an assortment of aches and irritations, and exhausted by a shortage of sleep, by nightfall I collapsed into bed and finally went back to sleep.

My evening waking was pretty much a repeat of the one that day, and by the time I got out of bed I found that sprinkles were falling. Later they became intermittent rain, with even a few moments of near downpour. I rummaged in a cupboard and found a can of soup for dinner, and went back to working on a shopping list, though I don't know when I'll have the energy to go out again. I can feel it failing more almost by the day now. I certainly won't be going out today.

Now it is after six o'clock in the morning, and the lunar eclipse that has been invisible here due to the overcast must be about over. I might get another shift of sleeping in. It's gotten unpredictable. I am eager to be under the covers, though. The damp chill in this room is making my joints ache.