My confusion displeased me, though less than did the fact that even after the loud discussion had ended, new neighbor's activities so near my window prevented me from fully returning to sleep. After about an hour of slipping in and out of a doze, I finally got up, only to find that there were no oranges. Oranges! They're what's for breakfast! But not today. Today I had to make do with carrot juice. So, not enough sleep, an unfinished dream, and no orange. I've been out of sorts ever since. All I can say is that it better be quiet tomorrow, and there damned well better be an orange when I wake up.
Other than that, the day has been fine, I guess. I mean the house hasn't caved in, the electricity hasn't gone off, I have been neither frozen nor broiled, and I got a fairly decent Internet connection fairly quickly (which hasn't been the case for the last couple of days.) I suppose I won't kill myself. I sure miss that orange I didn't get though. I think I might have an addiction.
Time to go out and listen to crickets in the dusk.
