Reset Forty-One, Day Thirty-Two

Saturday evening I heard a cricket chirping for the first time this year. It was not very near, but not too far away. It's song ended not long after midnight. I hope it is back tomorrow, and through the remainder of the summer. I've missed the crickets.

As feared, I woke too early Saturday morning and was unable to return to sleep in the growing heat. I skipped dinner again, snacking on a few chips and the last of the sour cream, all finished off with a can of the cheapest beer. Save the better stuff to go with an actual meal. Later I opened a can of soup, and finished that of with a few crackers. It was more an exercise in nostalgia than a meal.

The things I'm running low on are increasing by the day. I will have the last of several over the next couple of days. It won't be convenient (end even then not very) to do some shopping until Friday, at the earliest. Probably at the latest, too. In the meantime I remain (yours truly) a deer caught in the headlights and twisting in the wind. That's just a feeling I can't seem to shake anymore. A portent? May be.

I'm not at all sure what this poem means, but I love it anyway:

( Sunday Verse )