52/197-198: Sloth

Lots of sleep the last couple of days, with dreams that leave no details, but only vague uneasiness. It's been cooler than it was last week, but still not cool enough to do entirely without air conditioning. Things I haven't done keep piling up, and some I can get by with ignoring, like fixing dinner, I just let go. One thing I won't be able to let go much longer is trimming my toenails. They are starting to slice into their neighboring toes. Plus my footgear fit poorly enough even without giant nails taking up extra space. They get into this state because I'm not flexible enough to reach the toes anymore, and my hands aren't good at working the clippers, nor my eyes at seeing what I'm doing. This oldness crap is getting old, real fast.

Rats, time has gotten away from me again. I need to post this and get to bed. Hot today, and more nasty heat coming up for the next week or so. I just want the damned summer to be over.