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There's a heat advisory in effect here until the evening of June 6th. We're supposed to avoid strenuous outdoor activities during the hot part of the day. So this applies to me about twenty years ago, back in the days when I used to go out, like one of Noel Coward's mad dogs or Englishmen, in the noonday sun. It's certainly not the sort of thing I've done in the last few years. I guess the advisory was wasted on me, though it is nice to know in advance that I'll be going through hell for the next six days!
Everything else is on hold while I'm in hell. I can't think clearly, so I can't plan anything, even though I need to go to the bank and then get groceries. Also something needs to be done about the lamp I have on my kitchen counter. It shorted out a couple of days ago, and now I have insufficient light to do, well, anything I need to do. I have to use the flashlight even to set the timer on the microwave. It's a huge pain in the ass, since now I have to do even more shopping, which I hate. A few months ago I almost bought another floor lamp like the one I bought for my bedroom. It was on sale quite cheap. I could have used the reading portion to light the kitchen counter and the torchier for a room light. I wish I'd gotten my act together and bought it, because it would have been way better than the one that just crapped out on me, but I dithered until the sale ended.
But how mundane this all is. Maybe that's what I want from it. Mundanity, unlike the thoughts that run through my mind when I wake in the darkness and forget for a moment where I am. That is quite distressing, and the commonplace travails of quotidian life seem like a relief after falling from nowhere through the void of forgetfulness. Even the hum of the fan and the rattling of blinds stirred over open windows by its breeze, once recognized, are welcome. Even an itchy foot is worth a cheery hello when it collects your thoughts from oblivion. So here we are. Hey there, crappy everyday life. What's new? (Don't bother to answer. I know it's nothing. Thanks anyway.)
( Sunay Verse )
Everything else is on hold while I'm in hell. I can't think clearly, so I can't plan anything, even though I need to go to the bank and then get groceries. Also something needs to be done about the lamp I have on my kitchen counter. It shorted out a couple of days ago, and now I have insufficient light to do, well, anything I need to do. I have to use the flashlight even to set the timer on the microwave. It's a huge pain in the ass, since now I have to do even more shopping, which I hate. A few months ago I almost bought another floor lamp like the one I bought for my bedroom. It was on sale quite cheap. I could have used the reading portion to light the kitchen counter and the torchier for a room light. I wish I'd gotten my act together and bought it, because it would have been way better than the one that just crapped out on me, but I dithered until the sale ended.
But how mundane this all is. Maybe that's what I want from it. Mundanity, unlike the thoughts that run through my mind when I wake in the darkness and forget for a moment where I am. That is quite distressing, and the commonplace travails of quotidian life seem like a relief after falling from nowhere through the void of forgetfulness. Even the hum of the fan and the rattling of blinds stirred over open windows by its breeze, once recognized, are welcome. Even an itchy foot is worth a cheery hello when it collects your thoughts from oblivion. So here we are. Hey there, crappy everyday life. What's new? (Don't bother to answer. I know it's nothing. Thanks anyway.)
( Sunay Verse )
