But going on a bus trip will depend on how well I sleep and when I wake up. My brain has decided to spin its wheels a lot or the last couple of days, which messes with my sleep. It gets delayed, and then I wake up frequently for the first few hours, and then when I finally do get into some deeper sleep I find it almost impossible to wake up again, and end up sleeping well past noon. Sleep weirdness has been part of my life so long that I should be accustomed to it by now, but I'm not. It still makes m irritable as hell when it goes awry.
Today I've been so distracted that I missed dinner again. Snacks then took control, so I don't know if I should try to eat something meal-like at this late hour or not. I might just fry a couple of sausages and get rid of some of that leftover cornbread that's taking up counter space and going stale. It would give me an excuse to drink the bottle of beer I was sufficiently disciplined not to drink with that half of a bag of Fritos I ate a couple of hours ago. But I really should have skipped the bowl of ice cream.
Despite the cold outside, this apartment has thus far remained fairly warm. It's still 70 degrees in here. The next several nights are to be so chilly, and the days so cool, that I'll probably have to turn the furnace back on at some point, but it probably won't get very costly. And it's certainly better than needing the air conditioner on so early in the year.
I still haven't been able to arrange transportation to go see the cat who might be Jarhead. I really need to get on top of that. I guess that's what I get for being so completely out of step with the prevailing culture of the region, and the nation, though. But it would be better if that cat didn't have to be left twisting in the wind just because I'm a bad American and worse Californian.