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Reset Fifty, Day Three
Jul. 14th, 2024 04:31 amI toyed with the idea of going back to bed a while ago, but that would just complicate things. I've been up since about two, after lying abed an hour too hot to get back to my Saturday evening nap. I'm not sure how I got through Saturday itself without bursting into flames. I had some adobo sauce on polenta for dinner, with a green salad, but really only enjoyed the cold bottle of Guinness I washed it down with.
I still didn't get out to do laundry, and when I went to take a shower I realized that the two giant bottles of water my nephew lent me when the plumbing crisis first hit were now sitting in the tub, leaving no room for showering, and I didn't want to deal with removing them heavy damned things. Later it dawned on me that I could have emptied them out to lighten them, but by then the mood for showering had passed. Things out of the ordinary always make my brain malfunction. I mean worse than usual. Maybe the nephew will come fetch his bottles today and I can shower tonight or tomorrow.
Anyway, we get a very few days of less torrid weather, so I might not crack up altogether just yet. Right now I've got the fan going and the open windows are admitting a bit of fresh air that is almost cool. It's supposed to get down to 75 outside before it starts climbing again, so I might be able to get it down to 77 indoors. That would probably let me get back to sleep. We're supposed to get a couple of nights with lows in the sixties this week, and I'm looking forward to being cool enough to not hope to be swiftly murdered in my sleep. Then its back to this crap again, for gods know how long. Serial killers please take note. Let me know when you're available and I can leave the door unlocked.
( Sunday Verse )
I still didn't get out to do laundry, and when I went to take a shower I realized that the two giant bottles of water my nephew lent me when the plumbing crisis first hit were now sitting in the tub, leaving no room for showering, and I didn't want to deal with removing them heavy damned things. Later it dawned on me that I could have emptied them out to lighten them, but by then the mood for showering had passed. Things out of the ordinary always make my brain malfunction. I mean worse than usual. Maybe the nephew will come fetch his bottles today and I can shower tonight or tomorrow.
Anyway, we get a very few days of less torrid weather, so I might not crack up altogether just yet. Right now I've got the fan going and the open windows are admitting a bit of fresh air that is almost cool. It's supposed to get down to 75 outside before it starts climbing again, so I might be able to get it down to 77 indoors. That would probably let me get back to sleep. We're supposed to get a couple of nights with lows in the sixties this week, and I'm looking forward to being cool enough to not hope to be swiftly murdered in my sleep. Then its back to this crap again, for gods know how long. Serial killers please take note. Let me know when you're available and I can leave the door unlocked.
( Sunday Verse )
