Drowse

It has happened so often of late that I'm somewhat accustomed to unintentional naps after dinner, but I wasn't expecting to take one before dinner. The heat probably contributed to it. I've been groggy all day after being awakened with the smell of smoke in my nose at six o'clock in the morning. By six in the evening I was primed to pass out when I sprawled on the couch, just for a minute.

The minute turned into three hours of sleep. Lucky for the feral cats that I fed them early this evening. Not so lucky for me that I have to make my own dinner now— or that I didn't get the windows opened as soon as the air cooled off, and now the house is still ovenish, going on eleven o'clock.

If there was a restaurant nearby I'd just go out and get something. I really don't feel like cooking. Maybe this would be a good night for fruit salad. But I wish I hadn't put off buying popcorn. It's the perfect cross between breakfast and dinner.