Reset Forty-Five, Day Twenty-Six

[rejectomorph]

Sunday's sleep was troubled but long, and though I checked the time at three o'clock, I remained tired and fitfully slept another three hours, rising at last as dusk arrived. That's always a disturbing experience, and the subsequent hours of the evening were anxious, lethargic, and sad. Dinner was delayed until very late, and though not catastrophic was nevertheless less pleasant than I could have hoped. The good news is that it was the last of the complex meals I bought ingredients for last time I shopped, and starting tonight dinners will be simpler, with sandwiches predominating once again.

It has grown chilly again overnight, and the air feels damp, though rain is not expected until Tuesday, or perhaps late Monday night. As late as it is, it appears I might be sleeping late again today. There could be another phone call as well, bringing further disruption. I'm not sure when I'll get to the DMV to apply for a new photo ID. Not Tuesday, I'm sure, since it will be raining. Reality. What can you do?

Tired.