Reset Forty-Three, Day Nine

[rejectomorph]

Sundays are dull days, but then around here they are all dull days. I sleep through most of them anyway, so not that big a deal. This Sunday I had a sandwich and a headache, not in that order, and I once again almost had a nap but ended up listening to music again instead. It got very hot during the day and much cooler at night, and rather quiet, but now the freeway is making Monday morning traffic noise and the sun will soon be up spewing heat. Does all this sound familiar? Of course it does. I bore myself, too. Time to sleep, I guess.