Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Sixteen

After puzzling out a way to get out of bed I got up around midnight, and subsequently ate last nights dinner, having made a complete mess of fixing it because I am now a very stupid old guy who screws things up with alarming regularity. I actually threw part of the nearly ruined food out but drank all the Guinness. I'd drink more Guinness if I had another bottle cold. But I don't, and will probably just try to go back to sleep. There might be reflux. It's not going to get hot for a few days yet, so sleeping could be fairly comfortable, unless I choke to death or suffocate on my own stomach acid. Better than choking to death or suffocating on someone else's stomach acid, I guess, but only marginally. Damn, I'm exhausted for no reason at all, except age. I haven't even felt like finding any music to listen to. I'll leave the belated Friday dinner cleanup until later.

Oh, the last package I've been expecting was delivered Friday, so I now have four new and larger hoodies, and won't have to deal with them riding up anymore. Unless I get fatter, of course (horrible thought.) I also have a pair of slippers with thicker soles so I can go out to the mailbox without either hurting my foot stepping on those nasty little rocks or having the slippers come off because of the absence of proper heels, the one drawback of the previous pair with thick soles. Yay, I won't fall over! Maybe!