Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Fifty-Four

Saturday afternoon I woke up long enough to fetch mail and eat somethings, but kept nodding off as I ate them. Not long after the sun set I returned to bed and luxuriated in the warm covers until I fell back to sleep. It was quite some time after midnight when I finally realized I had gotten hungry from not eating any actual dinner, and so got up and fixed some. I made a sandwich with bread heels, as I ate the last slice of that type of bread earlier, and I put avocado on it (four down, two to go.) The problem with avocado on a sandwich is that it acts as a lubricant, and when you bite down the avocado itself and other ingredients go shooting out the opposite side of the sandwich. Physics it seems can't resist making dick moves with avocados. I finished the sandwich with a fork. So far no indigestion.

It's been sprinkling for a few hours, and I've enjoyed listening to it. It is expected to get quite a bit more intense as day passes. There is supposed to be high wind too, lasting through Sunday night and into Monday morning. It's nothing in comparison to what other places are in for, and as long as we don't get any power outages I'm sure I can sleep through most of it and enjoy the parts I'm awake for. But I need to remind myself that I've got two artichokes to cook. A splendid stormy night repast.

Right now I'm finishing up a bowl of spicy ramen, a midmorning bedtime snack. It's a risk, but if I get reflux in my sleep and choke to death I won't have to bother with the utility bills anymore. Silver lining. And I did manage to get through the entire bowl without sending any of it down the wrong pipe, so that is surely a good omen. I'll be asleep quite soon and oblivious to all risks and dangers, as far as I know. Asleep and full of hot soup. What could be better?


( Sunday Verse )