Reset Forty-Two, Day Seven

A telephone call woke me at half past eight Friday morning, and I didn't get fully back to sleep for at least a couple of hours, which left me still tired when I finally got out of bed at half past one that afternoon. About the only accomplishment of the day was getting some dishes washed. There was another sandwich for dinner, and there was web surfing punctuated by bouts of nodding off in front of the computer, but I refused to nap. I want to get as close as I can to a regular routine, and naps always screw that up.

It appears that I'm getting a tan from my few minutes a day in the sun. The tops of my arms are now several shades darker than the undersides. I'm seldom outside for more than five minutes at a time during the few hours the sun actually reaches my back yard, and usually go out only a few times. I should probably be putting sunblock on my nose, but I can't remember where I put the tube (or was it a bottle) I bought.

The forecast is back down to only five days in a row of triple digit highs, but one of those days (Monday) the high will be 106. I'm expecting there will be worse later this summer, but 106 is pretty damned bad. It's eleven degrees more than today is supposed to be, and I'm not relishing the thought of even today.

Time for my blank mind to hit the hay.