rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


The destroyed structures map was not updated today, but surely will be tomorrow. I still haven't gotten to the post office to pickup my stranded mail and put in an address change, and I really hope I'll get a chance to do that tomorrow. Today I spent some tedious time making lists of some of the stuff that got burned, for insurance purposes.

I had loads of vinyl record albums and CD's and especially books, and some back issues of magazines, some of them probably valuable, and I'll never bee able to catalog the lot of them, and I doubt any estimate I make of their values will be really accurate, as I never thought of these things as investments but just stuff I wanted to keep. This sort of thing fatigues me, which is why I never did it while the stuff still existed. Reality is adding insult to my injuries.

I get tired far too early. It's barely nine o'clock, and I want to sleep. I sleep for a couple of hours, wake up and worry for a while, go back to sleep, do that a couple more times, and then it is morning, and I don't feel tired anymore but I certainly don't feel rested. That stone must be rolled up the mountain again, so I get up. My advice to anyone considering being caught in a disaster is, don't. You'll have a story to tell some day, but it just isn't worth it.

Sunday Verse

There Will Come Soft Rain

by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.


  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Four

    After my Thursday midnight nap, Friday went strange on me and I slept from about eleven o'clock in the morning until four o'clock in the afternoon.…

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Three

    Thursday afternoon I woke up at an almost reasonable (for me) hour, shortly before two o'clock, but then by nine o'clock in the evening I was nodding…

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Two

    It's possible that I knew it was Wednesday, but I don't remember thinking about it all day, or what was left of the day after I woke up, until after…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.