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Wednesday I finally got some piled up laundry done. When I got the third load into the dryer it wouldn't work. Push the button and nothing happens. I sighed and called the property manager. She asked "is the door closed all the way?" Oh. I went back out and checked, and sure enough, not properly latched. D'OH! This is one I can't blame on senility, though, as I've been doing this sort of dumb thing all my life. Or maybe I've just always been demented.
So, laundry done, folded, put away. By that time it was dark, and the walking back and forth had gotten my legs sore so I decided to lie down for a while, and that turned into a half-assed nap of about an hour, without a blanket. Then I was groggy and couldn't decide what to have for dinner, so I just made a sandwich. It isn't really sandwich weather, but it was a pretty good sandwich anyway, and easy. But the nap had been inadequate, and I got tired again by eleven o'clock, so settled down, under the covers this time, and slept until a bit after four in the morning. So I'd had breakfast by five, and now I'm sitting here somewhat dazed in a chilly, yellowish gray morning, wondering what to do with this looming day. I'd sort of like to go back to sleep, but I don't think I can.
I really have no idea what to do with myself anymore. I know there's stuff I should do, but I just don't have the energy, or the focus for any of it. That's why I end up either napping or watching music videos on YouTube. I think right now is nap time, whether I actually sleep or not. Non-sleeping naps are a bit weird, but so is pretty much everything else about my life these days, so what the hell. If I stay up I think I might start eating again, and I'd rather not do that. Well, maybe just a bite or two....
So, laundry done, folded, put away. By that time it was dark, and the walking back and forth had gotten my legs sore so I decided to lie down for a while, and that turned into a half-assed nap of about an hour, without a blanket. Then I was groggy and couldn't decide what to have for dinner, so I just made a sandwich. It isn't really sandwich weather, but it was a pretty good sandwich anyway, and easy. But the nap had been inadequate, and I got tired again by eleven o'clock, so settled down, under the covers this time, and slept until a bit after four in the morning. So I'd had breakfast by five, and now I'm sitting here somewhat dazed in a chilly, yellowish gray morning, wondering what to do with this looming day. I'd sort of like to go back to sleep, but I don't think I can.
I really have no idea what to do with myself anymore. I know there's stuff I should do, but I just don't have the energy, or the focus for any of it. That's why I end up either napping or watching music videos on YouTube. I think right now is nap time, whether I actually sleep or not. Non-sleeping naps are a bit weird, but so is pretty much everything else about my life these days, so what the hell. If I stay up I think I might start eating again, and I'd rather not do that. Well, maybe just a bite or two....
