Reset Forty-Seven, Day Thirty-Three

The final sleep of 2022 ended about ten o'clock in the evening, which was quite some time after it began, when there was still some light in the winter sky. I decided to treat it like morning, even though it was dinner time. There was orange juice and then tea and a donut, and dinner was put off until after midnight. The mini-metropolis, despite some lingering rain clouds, caught a glimpse of the moon as midnight approached and the pace of explosions accelerated. Their number indicated the likelihood of more than a few parties going on, which will most likely bring about a considerable uptick in cases of respiratory illness over the next couple of weeks. As a wiseass once said, it ain't over till it's over, and it ain't over.

What is over is 2022, and so far I don't miss it. We'll see how the next few weeks go. Today is so far going kind of weird. I expected to be asleep by now, but things. Today is supposed to be sunny, which will give everything a chance to dry out. It didn't rain much here, but some parts of the state (San Francisco in particular got a real soaking. Rain returns Monday. I might be around for it.


( Sunday Verse )