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52/91-92-93-94-95: Lost
Apr. 25th, 2025 11:13 pmIt appears that I lost track of most of a week. I remember sleeping a lot, often at odd hours, and having some odd dreams, and skipping some meals, but not much else. It's unlikely that I missed much. I've run out of my best donuts and have only a couple of the poor substitutes left, but I remembered I had a frozen cake (Pepperidge Farm) so I took that out and thawed it and I'm meting it out a bit at a time. It should last eight days, and the eighth day will be a shopping day which, with luck, will bring me a fresh supply of good donuts.
In other food news, I rooted about in the refrigerator and found a number of items past their use-by dates, so I'll be jettisoning those this coming trash day, and will have some space available for new stuff to allow to expire later this year. I feel wasteful and incompetent, and will try to do better, but haven't much hope that I actually will succeed.
Stupid old guys have a hard time getting their acts together.
Part of my recent lassitude has likely been the result of the warm weather, which also brought some unpleasant spring allergies, but we are going to get a break for the next couple of days. Both Saturday and Sunday will be cool, and could bring showers. Monday our roasty spring will return vengefully and the rest of the forecast through May 9 is all days with highs in the eighties. I expect my furnace will come on later tonight, and probably the next two days, but that is apt to be the last I'll hear from it until fall. I won't miss it, though I'm sure I'll soon miss the coolness.
Another thing that might have contributed to my late semi-coma is all the stuff that's been hurting. Jaw, neck, back, hip, knees, feet, teeth, fingertips. Fortunately I can still ameliorate them by sleeping, so I sleep as much as I can. That turns out to be a surprisingly large amount, so far. At some point I'm sure this crap will start keeping me awake, at which pint I'll probably have to start using drugs of some sort, unless I can get a bodyectomy. I don't think those are legal, though.
There was a microwaved entrée for dinner tonight, with beer, and it's about time to go to sleep again. It might be wet out when I wake up, and the apartment full of furnace air. I'll pretend for a while it's still winter, and burrow under the covers. But first maybe a cup of cocoa. Another luxury I'll miss when the nights turn warm.
In other food news, I rooted about in the refrigerator and found a number of items past their use-by dates, so I'll be jettisoning those this coming trash day, and will have some space available for new stuff to allow to expire later this year. I feel wasteful and incompetent, and will try to do better, but haven't much hope that I actually will succeed.
Stupid old guys have a hard time getting their acts together.
Part of my recent lassitude has likely been the result of the warm weather, which also brought some unpleasant spring allergies, but we are going to get a break for the next couple of days. Both Saturday and Sunday will be cool, and could bring showers. Monday our roasty spring will return vengefully and the rest of the forecast through May 9 is all days with highs in the eighties. I expect my furnace will come on later tonight, and probably the next two days, but that is apt to be the last I'll hear from it until fall. I won't miss it, though I'm sure I'll soon miss the coolness.
Another thing that might have contributed to my late semi-coma is all the stuff that's been hurting. Jaw, neck, back, hip, knees, feet, teeth, fingertips. Fortunately I can still ameliorate them by sleeping, so I sleep as much as I can. That turns out to be a surprisingly large amount, so far. At some point I'm sure this crap will start keeping me awake, at which pint I'll probably have to start using drugs of some sort, unless I can get a bodyectomy. I don't think those are legal, though.
There was a microwaved entrée for dinner tonight, with beer, and it's about time to go to sleep again. It might be wet out when I wake up, and the apartment full of furnace air. I'll pretend for a while it's still winter, and burrow under the covers. But first maybe a cup of cocoa. Another luxury I'll miss when the nights turn warm.
