rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Seven, Day Thirteen

There was rain Sunday and I slept through most of it. A couple of times the wind grew fierce and the rain battered the windows, and the noise woke me up and I could hear the downspout gurgling, but I never got up to look outside. It was probably an impressive sight, but I wanted to go back to sleep, so I did. Anyway, there were two sleeps, one that lasted until about one o'clock in the afternoon and another that ran from about six until nine in the evening. After the second one there was no more rain. Not my fa7ult, it just happened that way.

I'd been thinking about arranging to get some supplemental groceries today, but I couldn't get my act together. Maybe I can get it together today and arrange for groceries Tuesday. None of the stores has much on sale, but I do need milk and bread, and a few other items would not be remiss. This is the worst time of year for shopping, or going out at all, for that matter, and I'm thinking about having some stuff delivered. It's extra costly, but it could be worth it not to have to move my fat arse more than the few feet to the door.

Sleep some more, I think. I'm going to miss the sound of the rain though.