Reset Thirty-Eight, Day Twenty-Four
I remember getting up about noon Monday, and nine hours later thinking quite seriously about having a nap. I didn't, though, and now midnight finds me nearing exhaustion. There's not much else about the day I do recall. The 24% chance of rain, not surprisingly, didn't wok out, and despite a mostly overcast sky and cool air, it remained entirely dry. I remembered to put the wheelie bin out for trash collection, and then made a box of quick macaroni and cheese for dinner, accompanied by an undressed salad of baby spinach and other greens. The contrast seemed appropriate to the time.
Oops. Now I've spent an hour nodding off at the computer. Should not have played that Mahler video. But just made some cinnamon toast and chocolate milk. The last of the French bread, and it didn't get moldy, though it did dry out quite a bit. Toasted it doesn't matter. It would be nice if I was toasted too, though. But more sleep is clearly in order. The weird time is so weird. Today I suspect will be no different. All the words to describe it have exploded and now litter the ruined space between vanquished thoughts.
Oops. Now I've spent an hour nodding off at the computer. Should not have played that Mahler video. But just made some cinnamon toast and chocolate milk. The last of the French bread, and it didn't get moldy, though it did dry out quite a bit. Toasted it doesn't matter. It would be nice if I was toasted too, though. But more sleep is clearly in order. The weird time is so weird. Today I suspect will be no different. All the words to describe it have exploded and now litter the ruined space between vanquished thoughts.