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Reset Nineteen, Day Sixteen

Thursday bore some resemblance to normal, in so far as normal exists anymore. I got to sleep not long after five in the morning and woke up a bit after noon, and felt no need of a nap thereafter. I had a very good avocado with some crackers for a late lunch, and then a decent-sized late dinner. The balmy afternoon invited me to sit outdoors, and I was the small lizard sunning itself on a sandbag left over from the flood two years ago. That reminded me that the flood was two years ago, which made me wonder where the time has gone.

Half of that time has of course gone to being stuck in this apartment, which is a bit distressing, but spilt milk. Perhaps we will become unstuck soon, but I doubt that this will act as a brake on time. Time wants to go fast these days, and time is much like a cat: it does what it wants. Then it expects you to feed it.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this. To know where you are going you need to know where you've been, and I've forgotten most of that. It might even be possible to convince me that I haven't been anywhere. After all, there's no solid evidence that I've been anywhere. It's just my word against time's. Time usually wins. It has infinite patience. And why not, since it has all of itself in the world.

In a couple of days there will be a day with a high temperature of 90 degrees. If I have the windows open the night before I might not need to turn on the air conditioner. That's an event that should be put off as long as possible. A whole string of days in the eighties is coming up, but luckily the nights will continue to be cool at least through the end of the month. I might be able to avoid air conditioning until May.

It would be nice to avoid sneezing too, but that's out of the question. Pollen season is in full swing, and I'm surprised that I didn't scare that little lizard away, I sneezed so much while I was out there. I keep hoping tomorrow won't be so bad. Tomorrow is always worse. But at least I haven't gotten any mosquito bites yet this year. Thankful for small favors. Now if I could get rid of these tiny fruit flies or whatever they are, life would almost verge on the not entirely unpleasant.

Ninety degrees. In April. Crap.
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