Reset Forty-Two, Day Five
Jul. 7th, 2022 03:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphToo little sleep again Wednesday morning, but no afternoon or evening nap followed, so I'm sort of on the verge of going comatose right now. Both days and nights get warmer going ahead, so this is about as cool as it will get for the foreseeable future A couple more tolerable nights and then all hell breaks loose, with hot days and warm nights. I guess I'm anticipating the coming misery instead of enjoying the present moderation. I should knock that off.
There isn't much I remember of Wednesday, though I had both a sandwich and a stomach ache. They might have been related. Outside I saw a single butterfly, and also a bee visiting the pokeweed flowers. My chair was sitting in the sun and got very hot for a while. A passerby on the unseen bike path had music I didn't recognize playing. That happens more and more. The fragments of current culture I'm not out of touch with are apparently not the most popular. This is not something new to me. I've experienced being on the verge of the fringe much of my life. The familiarity of my position might thus be expected to comfort me, but it doesn't. I feel increasingly displaced.
But chocolate is still good. I had the last chocolate cupcake for lunch, and in a while I will have a bedtime square of Belgian chocolate with almonds. That at least has not changed. As long as the air conditioning doesn't fail and melt my chocolate bars, I suppose summer will remain endurable. I just hope I can catch up on my sleep.
There isn't much I remember of Wednesday, though I had both a sandwich and a stomach ache. They might have been related. Outside I saw a single butterfly, and also a bee visiting the pokeweed flowers. My chair was sitting in the sun and got very hot for a while. A passerby on the unseen bike path had music I didn't recognize playing. That happens more and more. The fragments of current culture I'm not out of touch with are apparently not the most popular. This is not something new to me. I've experienced being on the verge of the fringe much of my life. The familiarity of my position might thus be expected to comfort me, but it doesn't. I feel increasingly displaced.
But chocolate is still good. I had the last chocolate cupcake for lunch, and in a while I will have a bedtime square of Belgian chocolate with almonds. That at least has not changed. As long as the air conditioning doesn't fail and melt my chocolate bars, I suppose summer will remain endurable. I just hope I can catch up on my sleep.
