Reset Forty-Nine, Day Sixty-Eight

Sleep walked through another Sunday, though more sleeping than walking, truth, as near as I can tell, be told. There being no Sunday mail delivery I didn't even venture down the driveway to the mailbox, though I did go out back briefly to dump some coffee grounds and squirt a bit of water around the base of the grape vine. And to think I used to get so bored when I was a kid. I wonder what my ten-year-old self would think of me sitting around staring at a screen all day? Probably recoil in horror.

But today is going to be the hottest day until Saturday, at 97 degrees, so I'm not expecting to be much livelier. The weekend is going to go back up into triple digits. Currently that heat wave is predicted to last only three days, but that could change. August does have a tendency to become a living hell, and August begins tomorrow.

And damn, my brain just fried again. Let's see if I can get to sleep. I just wish I could quit thinking about chocolate cream pie. What the hell is that vision doing in my head?