Reset Forty-Seven, Day Seventy

Tuesday turned into one of those keep-going-back-to-sleep days. I must have had four naps, the last of them extended into an actual sleep, though ending after midnight, which is not suitable for morning activities. In fact I had dinner after midnight, and am now thinking about making some cinnamon toast as a pre-dawn bedtime snack. If I wait too long I'll get too sleepy and just fall into bed unfed.

Future rain keeps getting downgraded to showers and then merely cloudy in the forecast. I'm starting to think we might not get anymore this winter. The temperature forecasts keeps getting revised upward, too. This coming Sunday is now predicted to reach 60 degrees. I know I've been complaining about the cold, but a false spring is not what I want. Just some milder nights, okay?

The new jogging pants I bought are quite nice for wearing around the apartment. I tried on one of the pairs of street pants, and they will do fine if I ever go out into the world again, but the button in front digs into my fat belly, which is something I'd forgotten street pants do, I've been staying in and wearing drawstring pants so much. Another reason to limit my excursions into the meaty public realm. I'm just too meaty myself anymore.

Itchy. Senile pruritis I guess. I'll have to start using moisturizer. Another thing to forget. Damn.