Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Thirty-Three

Saturday was mostly consumed by the rain, its persistent pattering greyness never very strong and never entirely quiet. Eventually I slept for a while, because that's what I do these days, and then woke at four o'clock in the afternoon to fetch the mail. It had eased enough to barely wet my umbrella when I went out to the empty mailbox. The apartment was full of dusk, and a chill sadness that sent me back to my covers, where I refound oblivion for more hours than I expected. It was midnight when I woke again. I got up and, once my brain had found its way back to the present moment, fixed my belated dinner. Now the night has grown silent, the rain having ended at last, and I'm sitting in the chill, lethargic and dumbfounded and sad for no identifiable reason, just waiting to get sleepy enough to escape the world again. However long it takes will be too long.

( Sunday Verse )