Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Seventy-One

Though I have no accurate count, I'm pretty sure I spent more than twelve hours in bed Tuesday. That usually only happens when I'm sick, so it seems likely that being old is a sickness. So far I haven't heard of any cure for it. Being asleep sure makes it feel less bad though. I wish I'd been sleeping the whole twelve-plus hour I was in bed, but alas, much of it was spent in wakeful brain blither. That doesn't make anything feel less bad.

This is to be a grocery shopping week, but the supermarket ads that came out today are a disappointment. Can't be helped I suppose. There's tuff I'm running out of so I can't put it off another week.

God, I seriously have nothing at all to say today. The sun has come out and fried my brain. I wonder if I could sleep more? One way to find out.