Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Ninety-One

In an example of the bemusing power of dotage, I managed to sleep away Saturday afternoon almost in its entirety. Rising after four o'clock, the ground still damp from earlier but the gray sky no longer weeping, I barely had the energy to make my way to the mailbox and fetch a thick business envelope which I have yet to open. Why would I feel like doing anything? I fixed diner, but didn't do the dishes, and lost track of time as evening passed, until nearing eleven o'clock I once again found myself sleepy. I can neither sleep nor stay awake very long anymore.

And so before midnight I returned to sleep, and had troubling dreams I partly remember but can't currently describe as they require more thought. The sleep lasted a bit over two hours, and since then I've managed to accomplish a single thing in the real world, which was to successfully inaugurate my new waffle iron, a pleasant distraction from my ongoing general disintegration. The waffles were very good, and their chewy texture a nice change from the doughy pancakes to which I've lately been accustomed. Alas, the waffles still provoke some indigestion, but a pre-corpse such as myself can't expect to have everything.

Maybe I won't dream when I go back to sleep this morning. If I do I'll have more to think about. That's something to think about.

( Sunday Verse )