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Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred-Twelve
Sep. 13th, 2023 06:17 amWhat remained of Tuesday was good for sleeping, so that's what I did with it. Sometime after midnight I woke up and did things, one of them eventually being dinner, which has not yet made me sick despite having involved some spicy teriyaki noodles. Could my luck be changing? Probably just for a couple of hours. But when I sleep again, I can look forward to waking up to a donut! The first in almost a week. And it will be fresh! Well, as fresh as packaged supermarket donuts ever get, which is way fresher than those at the end of the package will be.
I can't believe September is almost half over already. We're only nine days from the Autumnal Equinox. Time flies when you're dying. Except when you wake up in the middle of the night (or day) and can't get back to sleep. Then it drags. But let's hope that doesn't happen. I need my booty sleep. It aches when I sit too long.
Back in the 1970s somebody made a movie of Raymond Chandler's novel "Farewell, My Lovely" with Robert Mitchum as Marlowe. It was one of the great neo-noir films, not least because of a splendidly lush and moody score by David Shire. The other night I discovered that Shire has recorded a solo piano version of the main theme (and some associated variations) of the movie. I've been listening to it on loop quite a bit. It draws me into a labyrinthine nostalgia that eminently suits my late summer mood of exhausted decline.
I can't believe September is almost half over already. We're only nine days from the Autumnal Equinox. Time flies when you're dying. Except when you wake up in the middle of the night (or day) and can't get back to sleep. Then it drags. But let's hope that doesn't happen. I need my booty sleep. It aches when I sit too long.
Back in the 1970s somebody made a movie of Raymond Chandler's novel "Farewell, My Lovely" with Robert Mitchum as Marlowe. It was one of the great neo-noir films, not least because of a splendidly lush and moody score by David Shire. The other night I discovered that Shire has recorded a solo piano version of the main theme (and some associated variations) of the movie. I've been listening to it on loop quite a bit. It draws me into a labyrinthine nostalgia that eminently suits my late summer mood of exhausted decline.
