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Wednesday I kept waking up to see how late it had gotten and then going back to sleep. It took a long time to get tired of being tired and just wake up. It was raining all the time. When I went out to the mailbox I had to take the umbrella, which I forgot how to open, it's been so long since I last used it. Machinery. I finally figured it out and was able to fetch the mail without getting utterly soaked. But the mail I'd fetched wasn't really worth the bother. Maybe it will be better today.
AT least one interesting thing is supposed to arrive today. Text has it that the tablet I bought will be brought to my very door this very day. I can hardly wait to see what I've gotten myself into. That's not true, though. I could probably wait for years, but I have no choice so I'm attempting to make a virtue of inevitability. I expect a fiasco, of course, because machinery. I have so tempted fate.
If I take a couple of antacid tablets now I might get to sleep before the sun semi-arrives. There were more leftover beans for dinner, and some French bread, and that does tend to bring on the reflux. Highly economical, though. Not only are beans cheap themselves, but after eating them I fear eating anything else for several hours, lest I further aggravate the acid monster. So I'm very uncomfortable, but think of all the money I'm saving. Money I then get to squander on stuff like tablets.
Feeling somewhat melancholy tonight, I've been listening to music from the most melancholy of instruments, the hurdy-gurdy. Here is an example of this medieval device (a bloody machine in fact!) so suited to a time of plague and slaughter.
AT least one interesting thing is supposed to arrive today. Text has it that the tablet I bought will be brought to my very door this very day. I can hardly wait to see what I've gotten myself into. That's not true, though. I could probably wait for years, but I have no choice so I'm attempting to make a virtue of inevitability. I expect a fiasco, of course, because machinery. I have so tempted fate.
If I take a couple of antacid tablets now I might get to sleep before the sun semi-arrives. There were more leftover beans for dinner, and some French bread, and that does tend to bring on the reflux. Highly economical, though. Not only are beans cheap themselves, but after eating them I fear eating anything else for several hours, lest I further aggravate the acid monster. So I'm very uncomfortable, but think of all the money I'm saving. Money I then get to squander on stuff like tablets.
Feeling somewhat melancholy tonight, I've been listening to music from the most melancholy of instruments, the hurdy-gurdy. Here is an example of this medieval device (a bloody machine in fact!) so suited to a time of plague and slaughter.
