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52/126-127-128: Vanish
Jun. 4th, 2025 03:55 amTrying to remember what happened two or three days ago, and it just doesn't work. There was some pretty serious indigestion and reflux but I can't remember which day that was. Much sleeping took place, and I believe there were some strange dreams, but the details have all evaporated. Right now there's a headache, and I'm thinking I could go back to sleep even though I've only been awake since a bit after midnight. Had no dinner, and intend to avoid it lest the reflux recur.
Triple digit highs coming up Tuesday and Saturday, but nocturnal lows staying in the sixties. The rest of the days will peak in the nineties, as have recent days. The fan is on now, and windows open. So far indoor highs have not topped 81 in the evenings, and I can usually keep them below 80, then get them down to 74 or 75 by morning. That won't last much longer. Our luck usually runs out in late June, sometimes early July, and relentless, sweltering misery takes over. This is my kill me now weather. Odds that it will have steadily increased. Age. Can't live with it, can't live without it.
Bits of past have been popping up to haunt me of late. A few days ago I discovered that a guy I knew in high school died in 2011, and his slightly older brother, also a really nice guy, had died as far back as 1988. All these years I've been thinking they were probably still in the world and it was possible, however unlikely, I might see them again some day. Now there's just that emptiness such knowledge brings. It's as though the past itself now has more holes in it. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to vanish from it myself, before it vanishes entirely from me.
Triple digit highs coming up Tuesday and Saturday, but nocturnal lows staying in the sixties. The rest of the days will peak in the nineties, as have recent days. The fan is on now, and windows open. So far indoor highs have not topped 81 in the evenings, and I can usually keep them below 80, then get them down to 74 or 75 by morning. That won't last much longer. Our luck usually runs out in late June, sometimes early July, and relentless, sweltering misery takes over. This is my kill me now weather. Odds that it will have steadily increased. Age. Can't live with it, can't live without it.
Bits of past have been popping up to haunt me of late. A few days ago I discovered that a guy I knew in high school died in 2011, and his slightly older brother, also a really nice guy, had died as far back as 1988. All these years I've been thinking they were probably still in the world and it was possible, however unlikely, I might see them again some day. Now there's just that emptiness such knowledge brings. It's as though the past itself now has more holes in it. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to vanish from it myself, before it vanishes entirely from me.
