rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
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Reset Forty, Day Ten

Sunday was dull, as usual, lacking the excitement of the other six days f the week, when I go out to check the mailbox. The only visitors were two ants who, ungratefully, I squashed. There was the usual rainless day quotient of sitting in the back yard, and the much larger quotient of Internet, and at a few points I ate or drank things, most— well, all— of which were not worth mentioning. There was no nap, alas, but then I didn't get up until almost three o'clock in the afternoon, so of course not.

It's supposed to get windy today, clouds are expected to gather, and then tonight it is likely to rain again. I'm wondering if the wind will wake me up prematurely. I'd probably wake up prematurely even without it, and then semi-sleep for a couple of hours. That's how it's been going in recent times. Anyway, I'm not expecting today to be much more exciting than Sunday was. Except I'll check the mail, and put the wheelie bin out, if I remember. I hope I can endure it.
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