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52/404: Cabbage
Apr. 12th, 2026 04:11 pmSunday brought rain and sun, alternating in such a way that I was able to get out to the laundry room without getting wet, and now I have clean clothes. Ooh, I Just forgot how to spell clothes and had to re-do it. Then I boiled some dinner which included some cabbage I'd forgotten I had that had not yet gone entirely bad. I suppose this counts as a lucky day. Maybe I'll come to regret having used up that luck on a few clean outfits and a dinner an impoverished Irish or German ancestor might have made, but for the moment I'm feeling pretty good about it, even though the sneezing has returned.
The rain is probably about over for now, but could return next week about this same time, and it's looking like the next two weeks will be on the coolish side, so I'll probably be getting a utility bill I'd rather not. And that bill will arrive during the latter part of the month, when the daily highs will be getting back up into the eighties, and I'll be confined indoors, dreaming about lazing on a long ago beach. Such a nostalgic sadness will be a brief, indulgent respite before true summer heat comes down, scorching my thoughts to ash. Thus will be the likely fate of my late days. I'll regret my lack of energy to do anything with it. Alone, surrounded by my thoughts falling through silence to oblivion.
Here is official news for all, to distract from my morose sighs: April 13, 2026 - Today is National Scrabble Day, National Make Lunch Count Day, National Liberation Day, National Unity Day, National Peach Cobbler Day, ... there are more, but I've decided it is also going to be Personal I Don't Give a Fuck Day. I probably ate too much cabbage. My stomach is out of sorts. Achoo.
( Sunday Verse )
The rain is probably about over for now, but could return next week about this same time, and it's looking like the next two weeks will be on the coolish side, so I'll probably be getting a utility bill I'd rather not. And that bill will arrive during the latter part of the month, when the daily highs will be getting back up into the eighties, and I'll be confined indoors, dreaming about lazing on a long ago beach. Such a nostalgic sadness will be a brief, indulgent respite before true summer heat comes down, scorching my thoughts to ash. Thus will be the likely fate of my late days. I'll regret my lack of energy to do anything with it. Alone, surrounded by my thoughts falling through silence to oblivion.
Here is official news for all, to distract from my morose sighs: April 13, 2026 - Today is National Scrabble Day, National Make Lunch Count Day, National Liberation Day, National Unity Day, National Peach Cobbler Day, ... there are more, but I've decided it is also going to be Personal I Don't Give a Fuck Day. I probably ate too much cabbage. My stomach is out of sorts. Achoo.
( Sunday Verse )
