Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Twenty-Three

Not a great Saturday again, with two long and unsatisfactory naps troubled by unremembered yet disturbing dreams. I get the feeling that it's taking me longer to remember where I am each time I wake up. So far I do remember, though, after a while. Eventually I won't. And at that point it won't matter where I actually am. Everywhere will be the same nowhere. It is all very tiring, though. Shortly I'll go back to bed and forget where I am all over again. I'm looking forward to that. I'm not looking back for fear there might be nothing there.

Happy first day of autumn. I hope summer doesn't let the door hit its ass.

( Sunday Verse )