My space is becoming more organized, even as my brain remains muddled. I'm dimly aware of the ironies. One would think that tossing out junk would have a salutary effect on one's thoughts. Why one would have such a thought I can't say. One (meaning me) simply does. I must consider the possibility that one has one's head up one's ass. It wouldn't be the first time.
Sleep
My space is becoming more organized, even as my brain remains muddled. I'm dimly aware of the ironies. One would think that tossing out junk would have a salutary effect on one's thoughts. Why one would have such a thought I can't say. One (meaning me) simply does. I must consider the possibility that one has one's head up one's ass. It wouldn't be the first time.
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-Three
Tuesday, which was mostly sunny, was not unpleasant, and I started in on my newly acquired groceries. It was nice to have orange juice again, and…
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-Two
Grocery shopping got done Monday, and even though I didn't do it myself I ended up as exhausted as though I had. The exhaustion hit around nine…
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-One
Sunday was so balmy that I had the windows open and the fan on for about three afternoon hours. I'd have done it earlier, but I didn't wake up until…
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