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Tuesday night I finally ate Monday dinner, though preparing it was a near catastrophe. I burned a number of things, including my thumb (there will be a blister) and even set off my smoke alarm, but the dinner itself didn't turn out as bad as all the chaotic folderol suggested it might. It wasn't great, but it was edible, and compared to some I've made quite nearly pleasant. I got nothing else done all d ay but a lot of sleeping, and now I'm getting ready to sleep some more by having a hot cup of Mullein leaf tea. There is a bit of indigestion going on, but I'm hoping it won't mature into actual acid reflux.
The sneezing and runny nose have continued, thanks I'm sure to the burgeoning spring growth. Flowers are bursting from the back yard bushes and the nearby trees are quite noticeably green with new leaves. When I turned on the HVAC fan after setting off the smoke alarm while cooking dinner I noticed that it was 74 degrees in here, and that was about seven o'clock in the evening. I left the fan on for half an hour and it got down to 71, which it still remains hours later. I'll cool it a bit more at bedtime.
Oh brain gone blank as I nod off again. I wish I'd thought to read a book. I never remember reading myself to sleep anymore, and there's that nice bedside reading lamp going unused. But the past is now like a small bird that flits by at the edge of my vision. It has gone off to places I can't find anymore. I'm stuck in the dull present.
Tea's gone. Time to sleep.
The sneezing and runny nose have continued, thanks I'm sure to the burgeoning spring growth. Flowers are bursting from the back yard bushes and the nearby trees are quite noticeably green with new leaves. When I turned on the HVAC fan after setting off the smoke alarm while cooking dinner I noticed that it was 74 degrees in here, and that was about seven o'clock in the evening. I left the fan on for half an hour and it got down to 71, which it still remains hours later. I'll cool it a bit more at bedtime.
Oh brain gone blank as I nod off again. I wish I'd thought to read a book. I never remember reading myself to sleep anymore, and there's that nice bedside reading lamp going unused. But the past is now like a small bird that flits by at the edge of my vision. It has gone off to places I can't find anymore. I'm stuck in the dull present.
Tea's gone. Time to sleep.
