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51/93: Seasoning
Dec. 15th, 2024 04:57 amThe last full moon of the year rose Sunday evening, but I didn't go out to see if it was visible here. I'm pretty sure it wasn't. Although the rain has been slight and intermittent for the last few hours, the overcast never broke up all day. I napped until sunset, and woke thinking it was pale morning light leaking through the blinds until I saw the clock reading 5:15. I went out to check for mail and didn't even think to look at the eastern horizon, so it was undoubtedly dark there. Anything bright like a full moon would have attracted my attention, although the swarm of holiday lights festoon through the yard across the street would have given it some stiff competition.
I've remained awake since, and just finished dinner a while ago, except for the salad which I forgot to bring to the table and I am now downing along with the last of my bottle of Guinness. I'd soon be going to sleep, except I've developed a distressing sharp pain in my side, which I fear might keep me awake. Crap like this has been happening more and more often. I suppose I'll eventually have to break down and go see a doctor, although I certainly don't want one of those who think everybody should be made to live as long as possible no matter how miserable we are. I want one of those doctors one hears about who hand out addictive drugs like they were candy, because all I really want is for that shit that hurts to stop hurting, at least long enough for me to get to sleep, even if it kills me.
But enough of that. It should rain again late Monday, and early Tuesday morning, and then there will be four dry days. I've enjoyed the rain, and likely will enjoy it again when it returns next Saturday, but four dry days will be nice as well. Monotony is the real curse, a thief of what contentment may arrive. Variety may be a small thing, but I hate to be without it. That's why winter is easier to endure than summer with its relentless heat. Summer drones on, while winter can tell a tale. It officially begins this coming Saturday, but I can hear the first notes of its varied song already, in the wind that is now rising again. Now that's a lullaby.
( Sunday Verse )
I've remained awake since, and just finished dinner a while ago, except for the salad which I forgot to bring to the table and I am now downing along with the last of my bottle of Guinness. I'd soon be going to sleep, except I've developed a distressing sharp pain in my side, which I fear might keep me awake. Crap like this has been happening more and more often. I suppose I'll eventually have to break down and go see a doctor, although I certainly don't want one of those who think everybody should be made to live as long as possible no matter how miserable we are. I want one of those doctors one hears about who hand out addictive drugs like they were candy, because all I really want is for that shit that hurts to stop hurting, at least long enough for me to get to sleep, even if it kills me.
But enough of that. It should rain again late Monday, and early Tuesday morning, and then there will be four dry days. I've enjoyed the rain, and likely will enjoy it again when it returns next Saturday, but four dry days will be nice as well. Monotony is the real curse, a thief of what contentment may arrive. Variety may be a small thing, but I hate to be without it. That's why winter is easier to endure than summer with its relentless heat. Summer drones on, while winter can tell a tale. It officially begins this coming Saturday, but I can hear the first notes of its varied song already, in the wind that is now rising again. Now that's a lullaby.
( Sunday Verse )
