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Still awake when I ought not to be again. I slept a very long time Thursday, and got essentially nothing done other than fixing dinner, which turned out okay and wasn't burned. It was significantly less hot than Wednesday, and the apartment would probably be fairly cool right now had I remembered to turn on the fan and open the windows sooner, but I didn't remember until about three o'clock in the morning, and now down is on the way and it's still 74 degrees in here. I want to go to sleep but I also need to get it down to 72 tops before doing that, and I want to do it without aid of the air conditioner. I managed to get through the very hot day without it, and I don't want to cave now just because some stupid old guy (that would be me) made a dumb mistake. I must learn to be more attentive. At least I remembered to charge the phone before it ran out of Idernet today. Yesterday (or was it the day before?) I let it go dead and had a delay.
For a while I was counting the number of stupid old guy things I did but I lost track and gave up, there were so many. I'm a bit less happy than I was yesterday, because the forecast is changing and the predicted highs for the next couple of weeks are creeping back up. Maybe we won't get any more spring after all, but fall directly into summer. Go directly to Hell, do not pass Go, do not collect $200. Stupid old guys do not like that. It makes us cranky and wish we were young and energetic and adventurous and could just go away to someplace cool. I'm stuck in the mini-metropolis. Bu the way, Buttehole county is currently enduring its first wildfire of the season, but it was only ten acres and is now 90% contained. They called it the Ranch fire. I doubt that naming it after a popular dressing will make anybody feel better about it, but I guess in places like this you have to grasp at whatever non-burning straws are available.
I'm going to go eat my piece of bedtime chocolate and then try to sleep as the sun that will bring us another high of 90 degree today glares at my window. Bugger. Bugger bugger bugger.
For a while I was counting the number of stupid old guy things I did but I lost track and gave up, there were so many. I'm a bit less happy than I was yesterday, because the forecast is changing and the predicted highs for the next couple of weeks are creeping back up. Maybe we won't get any more spring after all, but fall directly into summer. Go directly to Hell, do not pass Go, do not collect $200. Stupid old guys do not like that. It makes us cranky and wish we were young and energetic and adventurous and could just go away to someplace cool. I'm stuck in the mini-metropolis. Bu the way, Buttehole county is currently enduring its first wildfire of the season, but it was only ten acres and is now 90% contained. They called it the Ranch fire. I doubt that naming it after a popular dressing will make anybody feel better about it, but I guess in places like this you have to grasp at whatever non-burning straws are available.
I'm going to go eat my piece of bedtime chocolate and then try to sleep as the sun that will bring us another high of 90 degree today glares at my window. Bugger. Bugger bugger bugger.
