Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Thirty-Six

This sleeping much of the night is strange. Saturday evening I found the energy to fix the large meal I hadn't fixed Friday, and eating that meal (which I actually finished) added to the lethargy that lured me back to bed before midnight, and to a long (though interrupted a couple of times) and dreamless (as far as my memory goes) slumber. Oh look, I wrote slumber instead of sleep this time. Must be getting desperate for variety.

I actually woke up almost entirely at four o'clock, but didn't want to be starting a day so early, so I spent the next couple of hours wandering about in the scary neighborhood of my brain, now and then dozing off again, (and god only knows what went on during /those/ interludes,) until I finally found the whole charade intolerable around six o'clock. Since then I've done this. Whatever this is. I haven't paid much attention to it. When do I? Why would I? It's not like I don't bore myself.

Anyway, I've had some orange juice, and then a donut and some iced tea, and a piece of cake and some iced coffee, and I'm pretty sure some indigestion is setting in (how did /that/ happen?) Every time I glance toward my bedroom and see my bed with its freshly washed, cozy linens I am tempted to go try sleeping some more, though odds are I'd have to get up and pee quite a lot. Still, I've got nothing else to do, and I do love my old age sleep (the best part of old age, really.) I'll probably go ahead and do that, right after I pee again. And this:


( Sunday Verse )