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 Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Ninety-Six
Online grocery shopping this morning, so oops and oops and oops and etcetera. Confusions and frustrations abound in such activities (for me at least)…
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Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Ninety-Five
Wednesday I kept waking up to see how late it had gotten and then going back to sleep. It took a long time to get tired of being tired and just wake…
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Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Ninety-Four
The weather report from Sacramento (which is where Microsoft seems to think I am, and I have no intention of correcting it) is saying there is…
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