Reset Forty-Seven, Day Six

[rejectomorph]

Still getting some napping done. When I feel like sleeping I just go do it. I lose track of when things happen, and even the names of days (it was just Sunday, I think) but still, who cares when they put up the price of beans? Raccoons? Probably. I'd rather just pass out than keep trying to figure out what all this means. Whatever "all this" is. But with staying in on the damp chilly night while the furnace keeps running means my brain might not be getting enough oxygen, there's bound to be a Rose Parade eventually. I just might not be around for it.

Oh, after being not raining much of Sunday it is raining again, and the sound is very restful. I guess that means I'll be going to sleep again soon. Good. I enjoy sleeping. It means I don't have to think. Thinking gets harder all the time.