Reset Forty-Seven, Day Seven

Didn't get my trash out Monday night, but one of the neighbors put the bin out anyway, so there probably wasn't any more room in it. That happens a lot this time of year, when people have lots of holiday related packaging and such. I mean I don't, but other people do. But I slept a lot Monday, though not very well, and I had dinner sandwiches and later some cinnamon toast and chocolate milk, and headaches from my neck being out of joint. That's a lot going on, in such a dull life. No wonder I'm sleeping so much. I'm all tuckered out.

It's not supposed to rain here anymore until Thursday, and then Friday, and Saturday, and maybe a bit on Sunday. It's going to be cold, though. I hope it isn't like last year, when we had a cold, wet late fall and then winter just dried out. That would make me very sad, and I'm already sad enough. Now that my brain has quit working I can't even talk about it. Or I suppose I could talk but I'd probably sound ridiculous. More ridiculous. Another reason I like sleeping so much now, it's much safer than talking. Plus I don't eat when I'm asleep. If I don't eat I don't run out of food and then I don't have to shop. It's a win/win. I'll sleep now.