rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Harried

We're getting a good soaking. The leaves won't want to be raked following this. They will cling to one another and to the wet grass. Some few will cling to the rake itself, clogging it, attempting to slow the inevitable process by which the others of their kind will be gathered. In the end, I will get them all. They will be mulch! Even through the barely-open window I can smell them. Already they rot.

Gray sky prevented the sun from waking me on time. I've lost more than the hour I regained by the time change a few days ago. I could use an automatic timer to turn on my room lights. I'm sure it would be more effective than any alarm clock.
Subscribe

  • Reset Nineteen, Day Ten

    Friday I managed to wake up not long after two o'clock, so the evening was not too short. It remained balmy outside for a while, and I sat under the…

  • Reset Nineteen, Day Nine

    Sleep went erratic again and I didn't get out of bed until four o'clock Thursday afternoon. At least my body got out of bed, and though my brain must…

  • Reset Nineteen, Day Eight

    There was spaghetti (well, angel hair to be precise) for dinner Wednesday, and I'm happy to say that so far the marinara sauce has not brought on any…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments