Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Ten

Waiting for my dawn dinner to settle, and after that I know not what. At some point Saturday I realized I had mis-numbered the journal entry I made that morning, and that I had completely missed making any entry for Thursday. It was because I spent all Friday morning ordering groceries. Older and stupider than ever before, all my breakfasts are now pig's breakfasts, as are all the other things I do. I sleep to forget. But sleep is becoming more difficult, as I'm getting a toothache. So Far I've been able to diminish it by turning onto my other side, if I'm lying down, which I usually am when I'm trying to go to sleep. I don't know how long that will work, or how long Orajel will keep the ache at bay once it becomes necessary to medicate it. The long-delayed trip to a dentist may become essential soon. I don't know if I've got the energy for that.

Damn, it's sunlight. What a rude intrusion! If only I were drunk!


( Sunday Verse )