Reset Fifty, Day Fifty-One

Saturday was mostly for sleeping again. The details of hours and waking moments are gone, but their impression remains. There was a very late rising, perhaps the third of the day, near midnight. Then hours of sitting and puzzling over the silence deep in my brain that couldn't make itself heard through all the mindless noise. Finally I just gave up an fixed the dinner I'd been too tired to fix before sleeping.

Dinner, belated or no, is not an ideal substitute for clear thoughts, but as it's all I had I made do with it. And when it was gone it was dawn, and I am probably ready for sleep again. It's finally September, which I honestly never expected to see, and I have no real plans or expectations, other than to be surprised when I make it through another day or another night. At the moment all I'm thinking about is that square of chocolate I'm going to eat before I try to get to sleep again.


( Sunday Verse )