Reset Fifty, Day Twenty

On Tuesday drywall guy was here for at least two hours, but was done by noon and moved on to other apartments. I waited until he was gone altogether before starting a nap about four in the afternoon. I woke up in time to check the mailbox before darkness fell. It's falling noticeably earlier now, just as it departs noticeably later in the mornings. Summer edges inexorably toward its doom. Maybe I'll outlive it again.

Right now I've been up since about six this morning, and I'm dozing off already. I can't sleep more than four hours straight, and it's getting difficult to stay awake much longer than that as well. The only thing keeping me up right now is that I need to eat something, and it's going to take a while for it to cook. I ought to have more stuff on hand that doesn't need cooking. But that would require thinking before I shop, and that would require thinking clearly about shopping. Somehow I doubt that will ever happen. The whole idea of shopping makes my brain shatter into incoherence.

I thought drywall guy would be here again this morning, but morning is well along and he hasn't appeared. Maybe he'll come as soon as I start my nap. Probably. And the odd thoughts popping into my head tell me it's just about time to nap too. Like I was just wondering whatever became of Raymond, the kid I knew in first grade who talked me into eating an ant? He was probably several months older than me, maybe even a year or more, since I'd had to start school a year early to make room for the baby boomers. Then we moved away and I don't think I ever saw him again. Odds are he's dead by now. I'm a bit sad I didn't get to say goodbye again. Maybe eat another ant, for old times' sake.