Reset Forty-Five, Day Ten
Oct. 15th, 2022 05:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphI'm pretty sure Friday happened, but if I were testifying in court all I could swear to about it is that I got a piece of junk mail from Chase Bank. As I neither have nor want any relationship with Chase Bank, I tossed it. Yeet. But I can still see it in the trash can, so I know this happened. I don't remember when I got up, or if I had a nap or not. From the absence of a dirty plate I can surmise that I probably ate a sandwich for dinner, though it may be that I didn't. Maybe I just never got hungry and ate at all.
Aside from that piece of junk mail, I have no compelling evidence that I even existed on Friday. Since I probably used the computer, it may be that Google tracked me and could prove that I was alive, but why would they care? Perhaps I have become Schrodinger's Senior Citizen, both alive and dead at the same time. But who could my Schrodinger be, and how can I know if they are alive or dead? This is the sort of puzzle that occupies what remains of my mind anymore.
But how wonderful it is that the forecast predicts a high below 90 degrees for today. Even more wonderful is that it predicts highs in the mere seventies Sunday and Monday. Coming up later this month, there are even predictions of slight chances of rain, as high as 19% on the 22nd and the 27th, and 21% on the 28th. Intimations of autumn! I thought it would never come. There's still no guarantee I'll live to see it, but at least I know it remains an actual possibility. This brings me a feeling very similar to contentment. Catastrophe must be on the way again.
Aside from that piece of junk mail, I have no compelling evidence that I even existed on Friday. Since I probably used the computer, it may be that Google tracked me and could prove that I was alive, but why would they care? Perhaps I have become Schrodinger's Senior Citizen, both alive and dead at the same time. But who could my Schrodinger be, and how can I know if they are alive or dead? This is the sort of puzzle that occupies what remains of my mind anymore.
But how wonderful it is that the forecast predicts a high below 90 degrees for today. Even more wonderful is that it predicts highs in the mere seventies Sunday and Monday. Coming up later this month, there are even predictions of slight chances of rain, as high as 19% on the 22nd and the 27th, and 21% on the 28th. Intimations of autumn! I thought it would never come. There's still no guarantee I'll live to see it, but at least I know it remains an actual possibility. This brings me a feeling very similar to contentment. Catastrophe must be on the way again.
