Reset Forty-Three, Day Seventeen
Aug. 23rd, 2022 05:40 amMonday I woke up quite late again, but still feeling tired. The heat, though slightly diminished, was still unpleasant, and for a short time I could smell smoke characteristic of wildfires, but that later dispersed. It must have blown here from the fire far to the north that is now mostly contained but which early this month wiped out a hamlet called Klamath River, leaving four elderly residents dead. We'll be lucky if it gets no worse this year.
I found makings of a sandwich for dinner, though the bread is getting old. I'll have to start toasting it. I remembered to take the wheelie bin out to the street, which left me exhausted. Maybe I need a tonic. Maybe I need gin in it. Maybe I'll feel better next Saturday night, when the forecast predicts a low of only 61 degrees, or next Sunday, when the high will be only 91. It's a reminder that summer will eventually end. I'll be glad of that.
For the last few days I've never gotten to sleep before sunrise, and I'm hoping today will be different. I need to start winding down if that is to be the case. Of course I've only been awake for about thirteen hours, so the odds are not good. Now about that gin....
I found makings of a sandwich for dinner, though the bread is getting old. I'll have to start toasting it. I remembered to take the wheelie bin out to the street, which left me exhausted. Maybe I need a tonic. Maybe I need gin in it. Maybe I'll feel better next Saturday night, when the forecast predicts a low of only 61 degrees, or next Sunday, when the high will be only 91. It's a reminder that summer will eventually end. I'll be glad of that.
For the last few days I've never gotten to sleep before sunrise, and I'm hoping today will be different. I need to start winding down if that is to be the case. Of course I've only been awake for about thirteen hours, so the odds are not good. Now about that gin....