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52/83: Ah-choosy
Apr. 10th, 2025 09:41 amI lately spent about twelve hours in bed, though I wouldn't venture to guess how much of that time was spent on each side of the age-blurred line between sleeping and waking. Surprisingly, I don't ache as much as I usually do after lying abed for such a long time. Anyway, I've been up for about four hours now, and I've had orange juice and tea and donuts and a slice of buttered rye bread, and I'm thinking about making a cup of cocoa before the day gets hot.
Wednesday afternoon I had a late lunch-early diner and made the mistake of frying something, which filled my lungs with greasy stove air, so I went to bed early and gasping for breath, which is the last thing I remember before waking up around ten o'clock in the evening, so I'm thinking I probably passed out from lack of oxygen, and I hope to remember not to do any more frying, but probably will at some point. This is what happens to stupid old guys. Age-induced stupid is one the sort that's unfixable.
The near-suffocation was probably exacerbated by the pollen which has arrived with the warm weather and is wreaking havoc with my lungs. Muscle-straining sneezes will burst forth like alien babies, leaving me in agony though (thankfully) still childless. I will have to augment my supply of tissues, which is rapidly diminishing. I suppose I should get the niece or nephew to make a Dollar Tree run for me, as that's the place they are cheapest.
Am I just blathering mindlessly? Yes, I think I am. Not being the President I'm not getting paid for this, and undoubtedly have better things to do, so I'll just shut up and watch some music videos. Chaos will not ensue. You're welcome.
Wednesday afternoon I had a late lunch-early diner and made the mistake of frying something, which filled my lungs with greasy stove air, so I went to bed early and gasping for breath, which is the last thing I remember before waking up around ten o'clock in the evening, so I'm thinking I probably passed out from lack of oxygen, and I hope to remember not to do any more frying, but probably will at some point. This is what happens to stupid old guys. Age-induced stupid is one the sort that's unfixable.
The near-suffocation was probably exacerbated by the pollen which has arrived with the warm weather and is wreaking havoc with my lungs. Muscle-straining sneezes will burst forth like alien babies, leaving me in agony though (thankfully) still childless. I will have to augment my supply of tissues, which is rapidly diminishing. I suppose I should get the niece or nephew to make a Dollar Tree run for me, as that's the place they are cheapest.
Am I just blathering mindlessly? Yes, I think I am. Not being the President I'm not getting paid for this, and undoubtedly have better things to do, so I'll just shut up and watch some music videos. Chaos will not ensue. You're welcome.
