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Reset Forty-Eight, Day Eight
Feb. 22nd, 2023 05:51 amLet's see if I can concentrate long enough to function. I didn't get an evening nap Tuesday, though the afternoon nap spilled over until it was almost dark. I was going to sleep again later, but kept getting distracted. Dinner was a sandwich, an since then there have ben several snacks I seem unable to think about. They must have been awful. I'm eating a snack right now, but can't deny what is right in front of me. It's cream cheese and Ritz crackers, both a bit on the mature side. Well, so am I, so we ought to be a good mix. I'm not sure my stomach will agree, though.
It's gotten quite chilly again, and there is supposed to be rain this afternoon which could continue off and on into Friday. Friday itself is to be the rainiest day. Saturday is expected to be dryish, but then there will be three more wet days to start the week. Over the longer run, the whole first week of March is in fact looking damp. I'll be needing more groceries, and it looks like Saturday would be the optimum day to get them. Of course we're only getting the edge of this storm in California. The bulk of it will be farther north.
My language doesn't seem incoherent, but it doesn't seem to be particularly on fleek either, whatever the hell that means. I've finished the cream cheese and I'm going to go get under my electric blanket and warm up while eating a piece of chocolate to get the old cream cheese taste out of my mouth, and read a few pages of Kerouac. It's "Visions of Cody", a book that was written when I was a kid, and was very modern when I first encountered it several years later, but now seems almost quaint. I feel quaint myself, as well as disintegratory, if that's a word. Spellcheck isn't underlining it in red, so I guess it is.
I'm starting to remember more of my dreams, and I'm not enjoying them. They give strong indications of the onset of senile paranoia. I've not been looking forward to that. My dad never developed it, but my mom and her parents all did. Looks like I'm not dodging the bullet. Too late to go back and alter those chromosomes now. I wouldn't know how to do it anyway. Luck of the draw. Crappy luck of the draw.
It's gotten quite chilly again, and there is supposed to be rain this afternoon which could continue off and on into Friday. Friday itself is to be the rainiest day. Saturday is expected to be dryish, but then there will be three more wet days to start the week. Over the longer run, the whole first week of March is in fact looking damp. I'll be needing more groceries, and it looks like Saturday would be the optimum day to get them. Of course we're only getting the edge of this storm in California. The bulk of it will be farther north.
My language doesn't seem incoherent, but it doesn't seem to be particularly on fleek either, whatever the hell that means. I've finished the cream cheese and I'm going to go get under my electric blanket and warm up while eating a piece of chocolate to get the old cream cheese taste out of my mouth, and read a few pages of Kerouac. It's "Visions of Cody", a book that was written when I was a kid, and was very modern when I first encountered it several years later, but now seems almost quaint. I feel quaint myself, as well as disintegratory, if that's a word. Spellcheck isn't underlining it in red, so I guess it is.
I'm starting to remember more of my dreams, and I'm not enjoying them. They give strong indications of the onset of senile paranoia. I've not been looking forward to that. My dad never developed it, but my mom and her parents all did. Looks like I'm not dodging the bullet. Too late to go back and alter those chromosomes now. I wouldn't know how to do it anyway. Luck of the draw. Crappy luck of the draw.
