Reset Forty-Seven, Day Twenty-One
Dec. 20th, 2022 06:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphMonday's sleep came in three clumps, which was odd, but not that much odder than the two I've been getting lately. I might have dreamed about a house I haven't been in in almost sixty years, but I'm not sure. There are just vague impressions, and they might have originated in that fuzzy zone post-waking when reality is trying to grab your brain and keep it from sliding back into the abyss. I find that reality tells lies frequently at that point, though, making it very difficult to determine when and where I actually am. Or maybe it fails and there is where the reality is and this that I take for waking is the abyss. The abyss (if this is it), however, is where I eat, so I probably shouldn't shit here. That's the advice I've gotten in any case.
Okay, I have no idea what I'm talking about, and I'm not even stoned. I'm not even drunk. I made pancakes for dinner just before midnight, an although I had chocolate milk with them and put a shot of brandy in it, it wasn't enough for even a buzz. The pancakes turned out very good, though, just the right size and thickness, good texture, decent flavor— it's almost as though I actually knew how to cook. I don't, of course, so those pancakes were more evidence that I might still be asleep. If I am in fact asleep, the note to myself to pick up more maple syrup might have been pointless, and might not even be real, but if I'm asleep I'll try to remember to check the supply when I actually wake up. Just in case.
Because that pancake dinner was several hours ago I'm now microwaving a ramen bowl for a bedtime snack. I can probably still get to sleep before the sun comes up, and even if I don't it's supposed to be cloudy today. Monday it was actually foggy when I looked out the window during a brief waking period about half past nine. It was still rather foggy when I woke up again that afternoon. It's like the valley had its old weather back for a day. Even the freeway noise was muffled. No fog today, though. It was just a fluke. Too bad.
Okay, I have no idea what I'm talking about, and I'm not even stoned. I'm not even drunk. I made pancakes for dinner just before midnight, an although I had chocolate milk with them and put a shot of brandy in it, it wasn't enough for even a buzz. The pancakes turned out very good, though, just the right size and thickness, good texture, decent flavor— it's almost as though I actually knew how to cook. I don't, of course, so those pancakes were more evidence that I might still be asleep. If I am in fact asleep, the note to myself to pick up more maple syrup might have been pointless, and might not even be real, but if I'm asleep I'll try to remember to check the supply when I actually wake up. Just in case.
Because that pancake dinner was several hours ago I'm now microwaving a ramen bowl for a bedtime snack. I can probably still get to sleep before the sun comes up, and even if I don't it's supposed to be cloudy today. Monday it was actually foggy when I looked out the window during a brief waking period about half past nine. It was still rather foggy when I woke up again that afternoon. It's like the valley had its old weather back for a day. Even the freeway noise was muffled. No fog today, though. It was just a fluke. Too bad.
