Reset Forty-Six, Day Eleven
Nov. 19th, 2022 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphWell, time going crazy. Friday was it? Yes, Friday, another odd day when stuff failed to happen, and I got tired and went to nap after nightfall, and nap turned into sleep, and I didn't get up until six o'clock this morning when, after a couple of hours of fitful and distressing thoughts and intermittent sleep I got a terrible cramp in my leg which forced to to stand up to walk it off, though the standing was at first nearly impossible. I sure hope my eventual heart attack doesn't hurt that bad. Even after the cramp subsided I was sore for over an hour.
But at least I had eaten dinner at a reasonable hour Friday, so I didn't have to deal with extra hunger this morning. The glass of orange juice and the usual donut were enough, though this time the donut was accompanied by hot white coffee instead of iced tea. Instead of ay additional breakfast I later had a DrumstickTM. Ice cream for brunch. Makes perfect sense to me, or as near perfect sense as anything else that happens anymore. I'd intended to make this journal update sooner, but got hung up poking around the Idernet and only just remembered what I'd left undone.
There has to be another visit to the bank soon, and probably some shopping, but I don't feel like thinking about that now. In fact I don't feel like thinking about anything. What I'd really like to be doing is hanging out at Alhambra Park in 1958, which is what I used to do on Saturdays back then. I'm trying to visualize it, but can't quite make it come clear. It's all been changed since then, of course, and I've never found any pictures of it as it was. Idernet letting me down again. Oh, well. I'm stuck here anyway. I wonder whatever became of those two girls I returned a tennis ball to one afternoon after one of them hit it over the court fence? The match was love all. I hope they had good lives.
But at least I had eaten dinner at a reasonable hour Friday, so I didn't have to deal with extra hunger this morning. The glass of orange juice and the usual donut were enough, though this time the donut was accompanied by hot white coffee instead of iced tea. Instead of ay additional breakfast I later had a DrumstickTM. Ice cream for brunch. Makes perfect sense to me, or as near perfect sense as anything else that happens anymore. I'd intended to make this journal update sooner, but got hung up poking around the Idernet and only just remembered what I'd left undone.
There has to be another visit to the bank soon, and probably some shopping, but I don't feel like thinking about that now. In fact I don't feel like thinking about anything. What I'd really like to be doing is hanging out at Alhambra Park in 1958, which is what I used to do on Saturdays back then. I'm trying to visualize it, but can't quite make it come clear. It's all been changed since then, of course, and I've never found any pictures of it as it was. Idernet letting me down again. Oh, well. I'm stuck here anyway. I wonder whatever became of those two girls I returned a tennis ball to one afternoon after one of them hit it over the court fence? The match was love all. I hope they had good lives.
