Reset Forty-Seven, Day Sixty-Four
Feb. 2nd, 2023 05:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphWhat the hell am I doing? Not what I ought, for sure. And sometimes what I surely ought not. For example, I've lately been eating extra meals every day, partly due to the odd sleeping patterns, and many of those meals require beer, so I'm going through my supply at an accelerated pace. I also ought to have bought a full gallon of milk last time I shopped, as my consumption of cocoa has gone up too. I wonder if the new pants I'm going to buy (when I get my act together) will have to be replaced soon themselves? If I keep eating and drinking like this they probably will.
Wednesday's afternoon nap was partly in the patch of sun that spends a couple of hours falling across my bed this time of year. I often forget that it's there, as I generally keep the blinds closed all day, but this time I remembered. There's something every luxurious about sleeping in a patch of winter sunshine. That's especially true in this part of California, which tend to be overcast much of the season.
I think I'll aim to have groceries picked up Monday, and it would be wise of me to go to the bank that day as well, though I must get those pants first. It would not do to go to the bank wearing pajama bottoms, which is all I have that fits now. And "fits" is really stretching it just a bit, like the pajama bottoms themselves. I should probably get more of them, too, or some other sort of leisure/athletic wear. Stuff I can just pull on, as the stiffening joints of age are making it more and more difficult to get into normal pants.
And it's about time to put my stiff joints to bed again. I probably won't get a sunshine nap today, as it is clouding up again, and by late tonight there could be rain. Probably rain for the weekend, too. I'm going to hate being out of milk when I don't get cocoa in the rain.
Wednesday I got a song obsession. YouTube gave me a recommendation for Glenn Frey's "No More Cloudy Days," which I barely remembered from about fifteen years ago, and then I ended up listening to it repeatedly all evening and night. It's much more engaging than I remembered.
Wednesday's afternoon nap was partly in the patch of sun that spends a couple of hours falling across my bed this time of year. I often forget that it's there, as I generally keep the blinds closed all day, but this time I remembered. There's something every luxurious about sleeping in a patch of winter sunshine. That's especially true in this part of California, which tend to be overcast much of the season.
I think I'll aim to have groceries picked up Monday, and it would be wise of me to go to the bank that day as well, though I must get those pants first. It would not do to go to the bank wearing pajama bottoms, which is all I have that fits now. And "fits" is really stretching it just a bit, like the pajama bottoms themselves. I should probably get more of them, too, or some other sort of leisure/athletic wear. Stuff I can just pull on, as the stiffening joints of age are making it more and more difficult to get into normal pants.
And it's about time to put my stiff joints to bed again. I probably won't get a sunshine nap today, as it is clouding up again, and by late tonight there could be rain. Probably rain for the weekend, too. I'm going to hate being out of milk when I don't get cocoa in the rain.
Wednesday I got a song obsession. YouTube gave me a recommendation for Glenn Frey's "No More Cloudy Days," which I barely remembered from about fifteen years ago, and then I ended up listening to it repeatedly all evening and night. It's much more engaging than I remembered.
