Reset Forty-One, Day Thirty-Four
Jun. 28th, 2022 04:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphMonday I got a spam phone call shortly after eleven o'clock in the morning. That hasn't happened in a couple of weeks. I don't remember what it was about, as I was asleep, and I don't take in information for several minutes after waking. It took me close to two hours to get back to sleep, the room being fairly hot and there being sunlight coming in around the blinds, but I needed more sleep so I stayed in bed, and just when I was about to give up I did go back to sleep, and despite a few more brief wakings I slept until half past five in the evening. That's the latest I've slept in a long time.
After that I drank all bur the last smidgen of orange juice, and then drank the very last of the iced tea, and ate a few lemon Oreos for breakfast. Several hours later I heated up a can of minestrone, and ate the last of the Milton's crackers. So many endings. I was originally going to make a sandwich, but found that the remnants of both loaves of bread I had on hand had gone moldy. I really need to time my shopping excursions better.
The good news is that today will be the last in a long string of days with triple digit high temperatures. Not only will be get down into the nineties (and even some eighties) over the next seven days, but a few of the nights will even bring nocturnal lows in the high fifties. Sadly, starting on July eighth the days will go back into triple digits and some nights will only dip into the low seventies. Beyond that is a mystery, but I fear it will not be good. July will try to kill me, might well succeed, and will most likely get away with it. Even if July fails to kill me, August will be waiting for its chance, with September as its backup. The only good thing about it is that I won't need an expensive cremation. Just leave my corpse out in the sun for a few hours and its sure to be reduced to a pile of ash.
The LJ staff robot sent me a virtual gift with the news that today is my 21st LJ anniversary. I had forgotten about it (that, too, is something I blame on the heat.) Had Paradise not burned, I'd have gotten a reminder in the form of the scent of jasmine drifting through my open windows. The air was thick with it the night I set up this journal. There has been a lot of change since then. It does seem like a very long time, and it's pretty much certain that it won't last another 21 years. But I'd like to start off whatever is left of it with a nice piece of music I came across Monday; a guitar arrangement of Eric Satie's Gnossienne No. 1. I've loved the original solo piano version for more than twice 21 years, and this is the first time I've heard it arranged for guitar. It seems appropriate that I should start my 22ndyear at LJ with a reminder that there's always something new to discover, and sometimes it's something really good.
After that I drank all bur the last smidgen of orange juice, and then drank the very last of the iced tea, and ate a few lemon Oreos for breakfast. Several hours later I heated up a can of minestrone, and ate the last of the Milton's crackers. So many endings. I was originally going to make a sandwich, but found that the remnants of both loaves of bread I had on hand had gone moldy. I really need to time my shopping excursions better.
The good news is that today will be the last in a long string of days with triple digit high temperatures. Not only will be get down into the nineties (and even some eighties) over the next seven days, but a few of the nights will even bring nocturnal lows in the high fifties. Sadly, starting on July eighth the days will go back into triple digits and some nights will only dip into the low seventies. Beyond that is a mystery, but I fear it will not be good. July will try to kill me, might well succeed, and will most likely get away with it. Even if July fails to kill me, August will be waiting for its chance, with September as its backup. The only good thing about it is that I won't need an expensive cremation. Just leave my corpse out in the sun for a few hours and its sure to be reduced to a pile of ash.
The LJ staff robot sent me a virtual gift with the news that today is my 21st LJ anniversary. I had forgotten about it (that, too, is something I blame on the heat.) Had Paradise not burned, I'd have gotten a reminder in the form of the scent of jasmine drifting through my open windows. The air was thick with it the night I set up this journal. There has been a lot of change since then. It does seem like a very long time, and it's pretty much certain that it won't last another 21 years. But I'd like to start off whatever is left of it with a nice piece of music I came across Monday; a guitar arrangement of Eric Satie's Gnossienne No. 1. I've loved the original solo piano version for more than twice 21 years, and this is the first time I've heard it arranged for guitar. It seems appropriate that I should start my 22ndyear at LJ with a reminder that there's always something new to discover, and sometimes it's something really good.
