Reset Forty-Three, Day Twenty-Eight

Have no idea what to say. There was Saturday. It got hot. I woke up in the afternoon. There was a sandwich made with an avocado that was not yet quite entirely bad. I distracted myself with music videos. Night fell and gradually coolness arrived. It is the last cool night there will be for a week. After that there's a surprise. A 17% chance of rain a week from Monday and a 24% chance the next day. As the days will still be pretty hot it must be a tropical storm, which means maybe lightning. That could be not good.

But I'm not at all convinced I'll survive to see it. I think a ghost got into the apartment and is trying to choke me. Or maybe my blood pressure has gotten really high. Or I'm coming down with neck cancer. One of those. I'm thinking ghost, so I won't have to change my diet. Assuming I survive, of course. It's moot. Everything is moot. Except that it's going to be too hot. That's not open to question.

Keep forgetting I've got artichokes. I'll try to remember to put out the pot I cook them in as a reminder. The little tricks you must use to sneak around dementia.


( Sunday Verse )