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Apr. 15th, 2026 11:25 pmRumor (or, more accurately (perhaps) the weather forecast) has it that Thursday will be windy. Things could fall over, it is said. If any things carrying electricity fall over, I could be inconvenienced. Worse, if any things carrying electricity fall over in certain places, there could be fire. That would be worse than inconvenient. It might even turn out to be catastrophic. I'm worried at the moment, but I'm sure I'll totally forget about it in a while. That's the good side of dementia. Of course if I wake up tomorrow with the house in flames that will be the bad side back to bite me in the ass. So it goes.
Right now I'm going to make spaghetti and use the open jar of sauce in the refrigerator on it, it it hasn't gone bad already. If it has gone bad I'll still make spaghetti, but just put some cheese on it. I don't feel like making any more plans tonight. It was hard enough to plan this. I've got salad stuff to get rid of, too, and tomorrow might be too late. Especially if the electric things fall over in the wind. This is exciting, I'm almost too late. Gee, I think this is almost what being alive was like.
Right now I'm going to make spaghetti and use the open jar of sauce in the refrigerator on it, it it hasn't gone bad already. If it has gone bad I'll still make spaghetti, but just put some cheese on it. I don't feel like making any more plans tonight. It was hard enough to plan this. I've got salad stuff to get rid of, too, and tomorrow might be too late. Especially if the electric things fall over in the wind. This is exciting, I'm almost too late. Gee, I think this is almost what being alive was like.
