Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Thirty-Four

Sunday I wanted to get some laundry done, but grew so exhausted that I totally flaked. I must be sleeping ten or eleven hours a day, and that's not counting the time I spend in bed just woolgathering, but I still stay tired much of the time. Also I make one dumb mistake after another. Stuff that should be chilled gets left out of the refrigerator, stuff gets put into the wrong place, ingredients don't get included in things I'm cooking; it's probably a good thing I didn't do laundry. I'd likely have put clean clothes back in the washing machine and unwashed clothes into the dryer. There is an amazing amount of stupid in the world, and the older I get the more of it I contribute.

Despite missteps I managed to fix a decent dinner Sunday night, though it was quite late, and I think I am logy enough to get to sleep before the sun comes up. I was thinking about dessert (I still have some chocolate pudding) but I don't think I should risk it. I've realized that I sleep better when I don't load up on sugar before bedtime. And my legs are less likely to cramp up too. My traditional single square of dark chocolate is probably all I should take. It gives me a pleasant thought to drift off to. I'm sure that whatever I might think I want, I need no more.

Milder today, with morning clouds and a sunny afternoon. The next rain is to arrive Tuesday. I'll wait. Maybe.