Reset Forty-Nine, Day Ninety-Five

Saturdays are for sleeping now, so just like other days. When I'm not sleeping I'm usually on the Idernet, which is a kind of sleeping, but with odder and more disturbing dreams. When I get up from the chair to do something my legs are sore and don't move me around very well. Fixing a dinner of three things, as I did Saturday, is quite tiring. I might need to do things differently soon. Dinners that don't require standing too long during their preparation. Or I might get an exoskeleton that carries most of my weight, making it easier to stand longer. They have exoskeletons at Amazon now don't they? No? Ah, well. I guess it will be an ordinary walker for me then. Too bad. I was looking forward to becoming a techno-mutant. I guess I'll just do this instead:

( Sunday Verse )