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52/148-149: Clocked
Jun. 29th, 2025 08:54 pmSometimes I wake up and think two days have passed when only one is gone, and sometimes I wake up and think one day is over when two have gone by. And some days I wake up and can't remember how many days I thought had passed on how many previous days, and that was Today. I do know I got groceries on Friday, and the store only had to give me a substitute for one item, and I only forgot to order two others, so I'm in pretty good shape for now. And of course I have donuts, so I won't complain about the food situation.
But the heat has been appalling, and there's no way I won't complain about that. This is the third night in a row with the air conditioner running, and I've been sleeping so much and failing to sleep so much that I feel I might now be permanently logy. Still, I've also cooked a dinner two nights in a row and eaten too much, so the catastrophe is pretty much my own doing. I guess it always has been, but I'm inattentive and failed to notice all those years gone. Or how many days each day was or wasn't.
I think it's time to make dinner again, or go to sleep, but I suppose I'll figure it out. Three more very hot days with very warm nights, then a few merely hot days with merely balmy nights. After that more triple digit highs and sweltery lows for July to bully us. Not my favorite time of year. Can't I just skip summer and go straight to October? No? Well then time is the dick I always suspected it to be. The dick that Hickory dickory dock warned us about. Why didn't we pay heed?
( Sunday Verse )
But the heat has been appalling, and there's no way I won't complain about that. This is the third night in a row with the air conditioner running, and I've been sleeping so much and failing to sleep so much that I feel I might now be permanently logy. Still, I've also cooked a dinner two nights in a row and eaten too much, so the catastrophe is pretty much my own doing. I guess it always has been, but I'm inattentive and failed to notice all those years gone. Or how many days each day was or wasn't.
I think it's time to make dinner again, or go to sleep, but I suppose I'll figure it out. Three more very hot days with very warm nights, then a few merely hot days with merely balmy nights. After that more triple digit highs and sweltery lows for July to bully us. Not my favorite time of year. Can't I just skip summer and go straight to October? No? Well then time is the dick I always suspected it to be. The dick that Hickory dickory dock warned us about. Why didn't we pay heed?
( Sunday Verse )
