Aug. 10th, 2024

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So I got half a night's sleep Friday, which is no longer unusual, nor is the amount of time I spent lying in bed half awake wandering in fantasies, all but the geography of which I soon forget. But it was still dark when I got up and fired up the computer and checked the weather forecast, and lo, today has the last triple digit high in the two week forecast. Better yet, every single night in that forecast has a low in the sixties. I'll actually get to cool the place off. Cool. It's actually almost cool in here right now. 75 degrees. It will getup to 102 outside, so I'm trying to enjoy this mildness while it lasts.

I don't know if the cooling trend has come soon enough to moderate the utility bill that will come this month, but at least it should have some impact on the September bill. I'm fearing that this month's bill will be my first since arriving in the mini-metropolis to top one hundred dollars. A triple digit bill for a month of triple digit highs. This misery has its symmetry, if nothing else.

Part of Friday I spent getting my supermarket web site login issue fixed. That wasn't easy, in addition to being utterly gratuitous. Their system had unilaterally changed my email address on me, which makes no sense at all, but then their web site has made less and less sense as time has worn on toward the inevitable destruction of Earth when the sun goes nova, an event which, alas, I shall miss. But I wouldn't want to stick around this dump for another several million years just to briefly see that. Easy come, easy go. (Does that even make sense in this context? Probably not, but then how much sense is there in anything anymore?)

Speaking of celestial events, the Perseid meteor shower is to peak Sunday might and Monday morning, and is precited to be better than average this year. I won't be seeing it, of course, the view of the night sky here being ruined by the excessive lights of the mini-metropolis. Given my recent sleep schedule I might be asleep during the peak hours anyway. Maybe I'll dream about them though. Maybe the light of some of them will fall through my open window and send an inner vision through my skin and summon the memory of them from other years. I'm pretty sure there were other years, that briefly flashed across the darkness and were gone.

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