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Reset Fifty, Day Thirty-Five
Aug. 15th, 2024 06:05 amDrywall guy still hasn't gotten back here to paint. I'm so ready to have everything back to what passes for normal. Plus I'd like to be past the likelihood of surprises every day. It's inconvenient to have somebody doing work in the place, but even more inconvenient to not know when its going to happen. You'd think I'd be used to twisting in the wind by now, as I've spent so much of my life in that position, but in fact it never gets easier.
Wednesday I never got around to fixing dinner, yet again, and in fact just had a couple of slices of bread and butter before crashing. I expected to wake up by midnight, and then maybe cook, but in the end I slept until about three in the morning and then didn't get up until after four, so I've probably got a tiresome day ahead. The dinner I had planned for Wednesday would not be suitable for lunch, so will probably wait until tonight. I might sleep through lunch anyway, if the guy isn't here painting.
The cooler air has made the nights pleasant for sleeping, and if I'm going to be awake in the dogawful morning light at least it's still fresh and cool then. U haven't smelled smoke in quite while, although the giant fire is still burning and has only reached 40% containment. The same breezes that are bringing the cooler temperatures are blowing the smoke north and east. Sorry about the stench, Idaho. For the time being it looks like no significant meteorological changes on the horizon, and the parts of August showing in the long range forecast will continue to be not so bad. There's plenty of summer left to turn nasty on us, but so far we can afford to relax a bit.
I wish I could remember the stuff that goes through my mind when I'm lying in bed. It's probably just delusional, but I get the feeling sometimes that it's way more interesting than the quotidian crap I babble about here. I'm sure I used to write better stuff than I do now, but I just can't seem to do it anymore. My brain died before I did. Maybe I should just bury it before it rots completely, but I keep thinking, well, maybe there's a spark left in there somewhere. Probably not, but I hate to resign myself to being an utterly boring old fart, once and for all. After all, I only got out of high school what seems a short time ago. There have only been eleven American Presidents since then. And one Queen of England. Unless there's something we don't know about Charles.
Do I need a nap? Hell if I know.
Wednesday I never got around to fixing dinner, yet again, and in fact just had a couple of slices of bread and butter before crashing. I expected to wake up by midnight, and then maybe cook, but in the end I slept until about three in the morning and then didn't get up until after four, so I've probably got a tiresome day ahead. The dinner I had planned for Wednesday would not be suitable for lunch, so will probably wait until tonight. I might sleep through lunch anyway, if the guy isn't here painting.
The cooler air has made the nights pleasant for sleeping, and if I'm going to be awake in the dogawful morning light at least it's still fresh and cool then. U haven't smelled smoke in quite while, although the giant fire is still burning and has only reached 40% containment. The same breezes that are bringing the cooler temperatures are blowing the smoke north and east. Sorry about the stench, Idaho. For the time being it looks like no significant meteorological changes on the horizon, and the parts of August showing in the long range forecast will continue to be not so bad. There's plenty of summer left to turn nasty on us, but so far we can afford to relax a bit.
I wish I could remember the stuff that goes through my mind when I'm lying in bed. It's probably just delusional, but I get the feeling sometimes that it's way more interesting than the quotidian crap I babble about here. I'm sure I used to write better stuff than I do now, but I just can't seem to do it anymore. My brain died before I did. Maybe I should just bury it before it rots completely, but I keep thinking, well, maybe there's a spark left in there somewhere. Probably not, but I hate to resign myself to being an utterly boring old fart, once and for all. After all, I only got out of high school what seems a short time ago. There have only been eleven American Presidents since then. And one Queen of England. Unless there's something we don't know about Charles.
Do I need a nap? Hell if I know.
