rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Seven, Day Twenty

Sunday's first sleep is just a vague impression, barely a memory at all, and I'm not sure how many hours I was awake before a second sleep took me, but I do recall that the second sleep brought dreams. The dreams themselves I don't remember, but I do recall that they were sufficiently interesting and un-horrifying that when I woke from one I almost immediately returned to sleep in hope of re-dreaming it. Whether I did re-dream it or not I can't say, but I do know that the second sleep finally ended sometime after seven o'clock in the evening, and that I've been mostly awake ever since.

There was the third and final of the large dinners I derived from the recent shopping order, and I'm glad I'll be back to smaller, easier meals now. I did enjoy a very nice baked potato though, and intend to have those more frequently now that wintery weather is fully upon us, though I'll need to get more sour cream to put on them. I also finished of the last of the asparagus, barely in time as it was getting a bit limp. Another day or two and it would have been inedible.

Were it not too cold for mosquitoes I'd think I had a bite on my ear, as it's been itching like crazy for about an hour. I wonder if a cootie has taken up residence in my hoodie? Might be some sort of spider, I suppose. Anyway, I hope it quits itching soon, as I want to go to sleep again (of course) and the itch might keep me awake. There's nothing soothing to put on it, either. Another thing to add to my drug store list. I'm waiting for the next multiitem discount coupon.

Oh, that's enough. Even if I can't sleep I can't sit here any more. I need to get horizontal.