Reset Forty-One, Day Thirty-Three
Jun. 27th, 2022 05:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSunday evening I was rather disappointed that the cricket I had heard Saturday did not return. The mockingbird sang, though, which was not really compensation, but at least partial consolation. I had not slept well that morning, and still lack an appetite for any particular food even when I feel hunger. I want to eat something, but nothing available appeals to me, nor can I even imagine what I might want.
After nightfall I finally made a minimal quesadilla with pepper jack cheese and heated the last of the leftover Spanish rice, and opened a can of marinated artichoke hearts I had forgotten on the shelf for a couple of years, and ate four of those. It was better than Saturday, when all I got down was a can of soup and a few crackers. The heat is leading me to drink so much that there probably just isn't any room left for food.
I'm almost out of plain sparkling water, among other things, and I think Friday will be the latest date when I'll need to shop. I'm hoping the stores will have some good stuff on sale for the holiday weekend. It will only be 92 degrees Friday, which I think will make it the coolest day we've had in going on two weeks. I can't really say for sure, though, since my brain has melted. Were an ax murderer to break in and split my skull open, I'm sure all he'd find would be something like gray tapioca. Hmmm, tapioca. I wonder if... nah!
After nightfall I finally made a minimal quesadilla with pepper jack cheese and heated the last of the leftover Spanish rice, and opened a can of marinated artichoke hearts I had forgotten on the shelf for a couple of years, and ate four of those. It was better than Saturday, when all I got down was a can of soup and a few crackers. The heat is leading me to drink so much that there probably just isn't any room left for food.
I'm almost out of plain sparkling water, among other things, and I think Friday will be the latest date when I'll need to shop. I'm hoping the stores will have some good stuff on sale for the holiday weekend. It will only be 92 degrees Friday, which I think will make it the coolest day we've had in going on two weeks. I can't really say for sure, though, since my brain has melted. Were an ax murderer to break in and split my skull open, I'm sure all he'd find would be something like gray tapioca. Hmmm, tapioca. I wonder if... nah!
