52/380: Fuzzy

Another avoidance of cooking dinner Wednesday, which led to a late consumption of soup from a can. Soup is handy, but tends to induce indigestion, especially when I take that easy way out too often. But damn, I do hate cooking in hot weather, so maybe some indigestion is a good tradeoff. I don't know. I feel lazy, but soup is usually a beerless dinner, so I'm saving a bit there.

There are tradeoffs of all sorts, to just about everything, and I am not good at thinking about them anymore or gauging them. My brain fuzz is pestering me. I just want to go to sleep. Damn, the heat peak is near and this sort of crap will probably get worse. Maybe I'll make more sense when we get back to something closer to normal seasonal temperatures. Right now I just feel chewed up and spit out. I should sleep.