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Reset Fifty, Day Forty-Seven
Aug. 28th, 2024 07:59 amThere was a thought in my head earlier and I was going to start with it today, but now I can't remember it. Or maybe I just imagined there was a thought. It might be that I don't have thoughts anymore. But then thinking I have thoughts even though I don't would itself be a sort of thought, so maybe I have thoughts but just not very sensible ones. To tell the truth, I really don't even want to think about it.
Oh, I know. It was the heat. Tuesday morning I predicted that the air conditioner would probably come on that evening for the first time in three days, and sure enough, at 6:08 pm there it was. It ran off an on for a few hours, but I was able to open the windows before midnight, and they were sufficient to provide adequate cooling for my blanket-free nocturnal sleep. When I got up around six this morning it was 75 degrees in here, so I turned the fan on to get some more cool collected against today's triple-digit high. I suspect the air conditioner will begin cycling on earlier today, and continue through my afternoon sleep. I'll be needing a light blanket to keep the draft off.
Yes, my recent pattern has been to have a nocturnal sleep from around midnight until five in the morning, and then an afternoon sleep from around noon to five or so in the evening. The pattern might be breaking up already though, as last night's sleep was fitful, with frequent interruptions. With the windows open the mini-metropolitan sounds are highly audible, and I was awakened once by a backfiring car (or more likely a gunshot, as modern cars ten not to backfire a lot) and later the horn of a train passing through town, and finally a neighbor leaving for work around half past four. After that it was just catnaps and hamster brain again.
Tuesday's dinner was unwise, being built around a packaged Spanish rice mix, which has invariably set off the reflux yet again. Reminds me of that eighties new wave band, the Re-Flux, and their single hit, The Politics if Belching. Is that what it was, or do I misremember? Or do I disingenuate, running out of actual things to say as I am? Probably one or the other, but more likely the other. I should shut up now.
Oh, I know. It was the heat. Tuesday morning I predicted that the air conditioner would probably come on that evening for the first time in three days, and sure enough, at 6:08 pm there it was. It ran off an on for a few hours, but I was able to open the windows before midnight, and they were sufficient to provide adequate cooling for my blanket-free nocturnal sleep. When I got up around six this morning it was 75 degrees in here, so I turned the fan on to get some more cool collected against today's triple-digit high. I suspect the air conditioner will begin cycling on earlier today, and continue through my afternoon sleep. I'll be needing a light blanket to keep the draft off.
Yes, my recent pattern has been to have a nocturnal sleep from around midnight until five in the morning, and then an afternoon sleep from around noon to five or so in the evening. The pattern might be breaking up already though, as last night's sleep was fitful, with frequent interruptions. With the windows open the mini-metropolitan sounds are highly audible, and I was awakened once by a backfiring car (or more likely a gunshot, as modern cars ten not to backfire a lot) and later the horn of a train passing through town, and finally a neighbor leaving for work around half past four. After that it was just catnaps and hamster brain again.
Tuesday's dinner was unwise, being built around a packaged Spanish rice mix, which has invariably set off the reflux yet again. Reminds me of that eighties new wave band, the Re-Flux, and their single hit, The Politics if Belching. Is that what it was, or do I misremember? Or do I disingenuate, running out of actual things to say as I am? Probably one or the other, but more likely the other. I should shut up now.
