52/74: Fool Me Once

Monday's thunderstorms never arrived, but a bit of damp accumulated while I slept. Slept a lot. In fact an afternoon nap turned into most of a night's sleep again, and I didn't get up until four o'clock in the morning, and have continued to feel tired ever since. The forecast is saying there is a 100% chance of rain today, with what they are calling "...a moderate risk of severe weather...." Well, okay, I guess. Whatever. Does winter's ghost have one last surprise for us? This is its window of opportunity. I'm thinking either thunderstorms we didn't get yesterday will turn up, or the wind will knock the whole town over. Maybe both. But tomorrow starts something mild that looks a lot like spring. Except the tenth. The tenth is supposed to reach 86 degrees. That's not mild, and looks like summer. I disapprove, but have no control over it. I'm out of the doom loop.

Now I have to fix last night's dinner, though I don't feel much like eating it. Some stuff has been sitting out too long to go back into the refrigerator, so I'd better cook and eat it today. Once again procrastination and disorganization have forced my hand. It's the way most things get done around here anymore. I should probably be put away where I can't do any harm, even though I never go anywhere I could do harm to anyone but me. I'm probably not public menace, unless I set the place on fire and it spreads, but every day I am repeatedly amazed that I myself have survived. Maybe a lightning strike will end it all when I go out to check the mail today. April, they say, is the foolest month.