Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Twenty-Three

My brain has gathered enough wool the last couple of days to clothe Scotland. I also slept what must have been most of Wednesday night, though I don't remember when I went to bed. In fact I don't remember going to bed at all, and the only reason I know I did is because that's where I woke up today. The last thing I remember before waking up is washing a pan and then leaving it to soak because it looked like it still had some cheese sauce stuck in it. And then I was lying in bed watching the window blinds turn pale, and then I was getting up in full daylight and wondering why my slippers were facing the wrong way. I don't remember ever doing that before. I wonder how much other stuff I don't remember?

I'm sure there's stuff I should be doing today, but whatever it is must be among the things I don't remember. The gray is gone, and the bright sunshine is quite distracting. If I still had the energy for such things, and shoes that didn't pain my perpetually swollen feet, I'd go for a walk. As it is, I'll likely just stare at this computer screen until I get sleepy again and then take a nap, and then wake up wondering what day it is and where I am and who the hell I might be. If I get a choice, I'll be a cat, and look for somebody to feed me, because I'm tired of cooking. Which reminds me, I should go see if the soaking that pan got did any good. Maybe I can dry it with some of this wool in my brain.