Reset Thirty-Nine, Day Thirty-One

At dusk I took the wheelie bin out to the street, so it must have been Monday and I must have remembered that. Later I forgot again, and then remembered what day it was and worried that I hadn't remembered to take the bin out, and had to check the spot where the bins are kept to see if it was still there, since by then it was too dark for me to se what was at the street without actually going out there. You know your memory has gotten bad when you have to look for something not there to remember that it isn't.

There was stuff to cook but I didn't feel like cooking it, so I just microwaved a ramen bowl for dinner. It was okay, though I've really been finding the thought of food in general repellant all day. My breakfast donut was dull, I skipped lunch altogether and later ate a boring ice cream bar as a snack, and eventually ate the ramen about midnight because it felt like my blood sugar might be crashing. I didn't even drink a beer all day and night. Still, I am looking forward to my square of chocolate with almonds at bedtime. Somehow that never fails to appeal to me, even when I'm off the rest of my feed. I expect that a square of chocolate will be the last thing I eat before I die. I might even come back from the dead to eat it.

Today is supposed to get up to 75 degrees, which means it's the last coolish day for a while. Wednesday is expected to pop up to 90, and Thursday will be even hotter. We won't get back down into the seventies until Saturday. The good news is that next week we could have highs in the mere sixties again for a few days. I'm glad to see that spring is offering some resistance to summer's rude incursion. Plus the warmest night for the next two weeks will get down to 59 degrees, so there's still something to be grateful for. Besides chocolate.