December 1st, 2021

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Reset Thirty-Six, Day Seven

Tuesday I managed to get the laundry done at last. For a couple of weeks either my schedule was off or the laundry room was already in use, and I was out of towels. A couple of years ago I could have just gone down to the Kmart and bought a towel or two, but now acquiring more would be more time consuming and tedious. This time I noticed that my wash cloths are also wearing out, and one sock has developed a hole. Those are also things I used to buy at Kmart. The world grows less convenient.

Once the laundry was folded and put away it was night, and I made a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner. There was nothing to go with it but a bit more cheese, pan fried until it was partly crispy and partly chewy. I was thinking a bit of coleslaw would have been nice, but I didn't think to buy a head of cabbage last time I shopped. Something else for the list next time. It seems I'm forever getting out of sync with the mundane. Tuesday evening I took a nap about half past nine, expecting I'd wake up not long after midnight, and then I actually woke up much later, but didn't know it because my phone (aka clock) was charging in the other room. After an hour or so dodging between sleeping and waking I got up and discovered it was half past four in the morning, and I've been awake ever since. Come to think of it, I often missed the bush when I was a kid. Time and I don't get along very well.

While between sleeping and waking I had a conversation with a couple of my imaginary friends, the gist of which was how odd it seems that I don't remember having imaginary friends when I was a kid, but I have them now, and we are still kids. One of them thought this was quite comical, and got a good laugh out of it. He was probably right. Another said that just because I don't remember imaginary childhood friends in childhood doesn't mean I had none. Maybe I just don't remember them being imaginary and think they were real. After some thought I realized that this would not reflect well on me, since most of the real friends I remember from then weren't all that interesting. Before intermediate school, I only recall one friend I now really miss, and I'm pretty sure I didn't imagine him. It's kind of a dumb idea. Honestly, some imaginary people! Where do they get these weird notions?

It's a very sunny morning, and the sky is cloudless. It's supposed to get up to 71 degrees here today, and I wouldn't be surprised if it got even warmer. I wonder if I'll sleep through much of it? There's really not much else to do.