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52/312: Lately
Jan. 4th, 2026 11:18 pmSunday afternoon I caught myself just in time to not go out to the mailbox and check for the mail that isn't delivered on Sunday. Had I not caught myself in time I probably wouldn't have been embarrassed by my foolishness, as I've grown accustomed to being a stupid old guy, but I'd have been pissed off at myself for wasting so much energy for nothing. That, after all, is what the Idernet is for.
All in all I did not enjoy Sunday. For one thing I slept poorly, and for another when I woke up I'd had a very weird dream and remembered it, which rarely happens, but then I forgot it later, which always happens. There was no more rain, but then there was no sun to speak of either, so it was dull and monotonous. I'd hoped to get some laundry done, but the laundry room was busy, so in the end all I got done was to empty the trash. Oh, and I did fix a decent dinner, but it was a bit too large and I overate, and now must pay for that, probably with a second night of poor sleep.
Rain is still scheduled for Monday, but Tuesday's has vanished from the forecast. Possible showers remain predicted for Wednesday, but after that there's a bunch of sunny but chilly days. I guess that's a good thing for anybody who got flooded by the storms, as things will dry out for the cleanup, but for the rest of us it's just a reminder of creeping drought. It's probably too soon to worry, but not terribly too soon.
Oh, drat, I nodded off and ran out of Sunday before I was done with it. Clearly, it was done with me. And time gets the last word, always. The word it's saying to me now is sleep.
( Sunday Verse )
All in all I did not enjoy Sunday. For one thing I slept poorly, and for another when I woke up I'd had a very weird dream and remembered it, which rarely happens, but then I forgot it later, which always happens. There was no more rain, but then there was no sun to speak of either, so it was dull and monotonous. I'd hoped to get some laundry done, but the laundry room was busy, so in the end all I got done was to empty the trash. Oh, and I did fix a decent dinner, but it was a bit too large and I overate, and now must pay for that, probably with a second night of poor sleep.
Rain is still scheduled for Monday, but Tuesday's has vanished from the forecast. Possible showers remain predicted for Wednesday, but after that there's a bunch of sunny but chilly days. I guess that's a good thing for anybody who got flooded by the storms, as things will dry out for the cleanup, but for the rest of us it's just a reminder of creeping drought. It's probably too soon to worry, but not terribly too soon.
Oh, drat, I nodded off and ran out of Sunday before I was done with it. Clearly, it was done with me. And time gets the last word, always. The word it's saying to me now is sleep.
( Sunday Verse )
