Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Ninety

Friday afternoon I did some more laundry and subsequently rebuilt my bed, so when time to fall into the embrace of Morpheus came, it was all fresh and cozy and so conducive to sleep that I was out almost immediately and didn't wake up for about six hours. It might have helped that I had eaten a large dinner and downed it with a Guinness, but the freshly laundered bedclothes were certainly no hindrance. I've been looking forward to returning to them almost since getting up this morning. Even if I can't sleep again yet, I can surely lie there and luxuriate.

The other interesting thing today is that the long-delayed rain has at last arrived, just a short time ago. So far it's just drizzle, and making no sound I can hear from indoors, but it has slicked the asphalt and formed a few small pools that reflect the gray morning sky. I'm now wishing I'd bought some bean muffins when shopping. It would be a perfect day for a warm bran muffin dripping with butter. I suppose I'll make do with a couple of slices of cinnamon toast and some hot cocoa. Then it will be back into the cozy bed to read a bit and perchance to dream, though probably not just yet to shuffle off this mortal coil, or to Buffalo.