Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Sixty-Two

Sunday night I thought I'd have the energy to stay awake until fine in the morning or so, but I totally crashed at three o'clock, then slept until dawn. Waking displaced, I've wandered in that temporal limbo since, sometimes connecting with those scraps of the real world which the Idernet has brought to my limited attention, and otherwise just perusing the parts of my brain that haven't died yet for clues to what the hell I ought to be doing today, whenever that is.

It actually feels a bit like spring outside, but feels less so than it looks through the window. After so many overcast days, it looks improbably bright out, so pretty much my opposite. I have grown improbably dull. I won't list the dumb moves I've made since waking up, but they are numerous. It's probably a good thing I'm not going out, as I'd surely walk in front of a bus or some such thing. Or perhaps that would not be such a bad thing, at least for me. My problems would be over, but I fear it would traumatize the bus driver and random passersby. Yes, it's probably for the best that I stay in.

However springlike it may be today its supposed to rain again Wednesday, and maybe next Saturday, and some more days later in the month so there is some winter left in the old La Nina (incongruous though that phrase sounds.)


And oh FFS! I totally forgot to finish and post this. I swear I can feel the brain cells dying as I sit here. Stick a fork in me. I think I'm done.