Reset Forty-Three, Day Eleven

Lately I've been getting only about six hours of sleep a night, and its bound to catch up with me soon. Each night I've hit a wall sometime before midnight but then failed to take the naps I wanted, and Tuesday was no exception. It might have been better if I'd napped. Now I'm up way late with a fuzzy brain and nothing to say. Waking up after another four hours of sleep would probably have been about the same, but... but what? Hell if I know. As I said, fuzzy.

We're into that stretch of warm nights, and I'm not enjoying it. 73 right now, Wednesday night won't get below 75, and Friday day is going to be 106. The forecast could change, of course. It could get worse. But I really need to sleep now. Oh, I ate a grilled cheese sandwich for very late dinner and my stomach is not showing any appreciation for it. It is criticizing me for stuffing it. When did one greasy sandwich become too much food for me? Oldness often bites.