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Reset Fifty, Day Forty-Five
Aug. 25th, 2024 08:49 amSleeping the days away again. Saturday I slept until after three in the afternoon, by which time it was entirely dry out, though blessedly still close to cool. Overnight it cooled splendidly, and open windows alone were sufficient to chill the apartment. I have now been free of fan noise since early Friday, and it has been a delight. But it has been about the only bright spot in the last few days, as I'm still being plagued with leg cramps, acid reflux, sore neck, and various other aches and pains, not to mention annoying itches.
I also had to deal with a web site for a task that needs doing, and which I was able to do online in the past, but something has changed (Or I've just forgotten something) and now it won't work. This means the task will have to be done in the real world, which means getting my act together and arranging to go out and venture farther into the town than I have for more than five years. Almost all the way across town, in fact, and it's been only a few weeks since I had to make that relatively short jaunt to the bank, my first excursion out in over a year, which left me totally wiped out. I suspect that this is going to be utter hell, and I am decidedly displeased that the digital world has failed me yet again (NOTE TO THE DIGITAL GODS: I would be more than willing to sacrifice a tech bro to you if you would get me out of this onerous task. Just send one by tomorrow and I'll figure out how to dispose of the cadaver later.)
It's supposed to go up to 88 today, quite a leap from Saturday's 79, but then we'll be back to highs in the nineties (except for two days of triple digits) for the next two weeks, at least. Goodbye, pleasant autumnal weather, thanks for dropping by ("take your time going and hurry back" my grandfather always used to say, but I know this weather won't be able to hurry back.)
Some stupid old guy (that would be me) left a carton of sour cream out on the counter all night, and it got warm and should be discarded. I wish the stupid old guy would be more attentive. I had plans for that stuff and now will need to find alternatives. Or maybe just eat less. That would be minimally risky, probably risking nothing but the excess fat on my ass. I should probably not be drinking vinho verde for brunch, either, especially since I'm not actually eating brunch, just drinking a glass of wine. It's that the stuff is going to go totally flat if I don't finish it soon, and I keep forgetting I have it, but just remembered this morning. I'll stop after this glass, promise. Good thing its tumbler, I guess. Or not.
( Sunday Verse )
I also had to deal with a web site for a task that needs doing, and which I was able to do online in the past, but something has changed (Or I've just forgotten something) and now it won't work. This means the task will have to be done in the real world, which means getting my act together and arranging to go out and venture farther into the town than I have for more than five years. Almost all the way across town, in fact, and it's been only a few weeks since I had to make that relatively short jaunt to the bank, my first excursion out in over a year, which left me totally wiped out. I suspect that this is going to be utter hell, and I am decidedly displeased that the digital world has failed me yet again (NOTE TO THE DIGITAL GODS: I would be more than willing to sacrifice a tech bro to you if you would get me out of this onerous task. Just send one by tomorrow and I'll figure out how to dispose of the cadaver later.)
It's supposed to go up to 88 today, quite a leap from Saturday's 79, but then we'll be back to highs in the nineties (except for two days of triple digits) for the next two weeks, at least. Goodbye, pleasant autumnal weather, thanks for dropping by ("take your time going and hurry back" my grandfather always used to say, but I know this weather won't be able to hurry back.)
Some stupid old guy (that would be me) left a carton of sour cream out on the counter all night, and it got warm and should be discarded. I wish the stupid old guy would be more attentive. I had plans for that stuff and now will need to find alternatives. Or maybe just eat less. That would be minimally risky, probably risking nothing but the excess fat on my ass. I should probably not be drinking vinho verde for brunch, either, especially since I'm not actually eating brunch, just drinking a glass of wine. It's that the stuff is going to go totally flat if I don't finish it soon, and I keep forgetting I have it, but just remembered this morning. I'll stop after this glass, promise. Good thing its tumbler, I guess. Or not.
( Sunday Verse )
