Reset Forty, Day Twenty-Five

Brain empty for hours now. Monday was an emptiness of its own, despite there having been orange juice and donuts. There was also exhaustion, all my energy having been sneezed out. Those grapes growing in the back yard better be damned good this year, considering what the vegetable kingdom has put me though the last few days. Disemboweled by the Green Knight! And yet my eyes propped open by sleeplessness stare numbly at the hollow night as though nothing had happened or ever would. Today is supposed to get hot and windy. Maybe some wind will blow something into my ears. A little hint of an idea.

Probably not.