52/439: Old

When I woke from my afternoon nap Monday I thought it was Tuesday morning. I guess I was really anxious for Monday to be over, though I don't know why. It wasn't a bad day, on the whole, though I did keep forgetting things. One thing I kept forgetting was opening the windows when the evening cooled off, which was not long after sunset. I thought of it then, but forgot, then thought of it a couple of other times, and forgot again and again. I finally remembered a few minutes ago, and when I was returning from the bedroom I almost collapsed onto the bed for another nap, I was so tired.

Fortunately I resisted the temptation, and now have a journal entry to post. This very entry, in fact! And once it is posted, and my dinner (which was not bad) is a bit more settled, I will go and get into that bed and sleep again. The cool air will be coming through the window, at last removing the day's stuffy remnants, and perhaps the bird who has sung on recent nights will come by to provide a lullaby. Not that I'll need one. I'm seriously fecking tired tonight. The days are just too long anymore. Or more likely I'm just too fecking old.