Reset Forty-Seven, Day Fifty-One

Another forgettable Wednesday forgotten, and hours of sleep laid over its corpse. My evening sleep was accompanied by the sound of rain, perhaps the last for this month. There might be more toward the end of January, or perhaps in early February. Right now were in for a series of cool, sunny or partly cloudy days, probably with some wind now and then. That's what we usually get in winter here when it isn't raining.

I have to hack some hair off of my head. It's gotten long enough to to tickle my ears. My ears hate to be tickled. If they were independent of me they would commit murder to avoid being tickled. They would be justified. But the hacking will have to wait until after I sleep. I've gotten very tired again.