Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Seventy-One

I suppose I should do this before I go to sleep again. Friday's dinner is over, but the dishes are not washed, and won't be any time soon. It has been hot, and the apartment failed to cool sufficiently overnight. It is still 75 degrees in here this morning. That's a "kill me now" temperature. Today will probably be the day I finally have to turn on the air conditioner this year. At least I got clear through May without using it, and it was an unusually warm May. Anyway, I'm sure it's time to stick a fork in me. Stick it really deep, really hard. I'm as done as can be.