Reset Forty-Nine, Day Seventy-Six
Aug. 8th, 2023 06:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphMonday I got the groceries ordered and picked up, and There were only two substitutions, neither catastrophic. The couple of things I forgot to order are more of a problem, and the few things the store simply didn't have more so, but I'm sure I can get through the two weeks until the next shopping, if I must. But damn, that was exhausting. I ended up napping after six o'clock ad failed to get my wheelie bin out to the street for today's trash pickup.
When I woke up it was well after ten o'clock, and I don't like to drag the bin out that late past the bedroom windows of the other apartments. Noisy things. And the way I feel right now I won't be awake to take it out before the truck arrives this morning, either. Since I only get the bin about a third full each week, this is not a big deal, but I'm still annoyed with myself.
I couldn't muster the energy to cook any of the food I bought, either before or after my nap, and ended up just eating chips and a beer again. I'll eat better tonight, after I've had a chance to recover. It's going to be just a bit cooler for the next few days, which ought to help too. More triple digit highs next week, Sunday through Thursday.
And I just discovered I've let my phone battery die again. That's like ten nights in a row. I should probably be in a care facility. Except nobody connected with those places cares at all. They should call them careless homes or, if they want to put a more positive sounding spin on it, carefree homes.
Oh and an unintended nap while waiting for the phone to recharge. I'm bound to make trouble for myself these days. Here is the damned dawn. Time to hit Post, and drag my decrepit carcass back to bed.
When I woke up it was well after ten o'clock, and I don't like to drag the bin out that late past the bedroom windows of the other apartments. Noisy things. And the way I feel right now I won't be awake to take it out before the truck arrives this morning, either. Since I only get the bin about a third full each week, this is not a big deal, but I'm still annoyed with myself.
I couldn't muster the energy to cook any of the food I bought, either before or after my nap, and ended up just eating chips and a beer again. I'll eat better tonight, after I've had a chance to recover. It's going to be just a bit cooler for the next few days, which ought to help too. More triple digit highs next week, Sunday through Thursday.
And I just discovered I've let my phone battery die again. That's like ten nights in a row. I should probably be in a care facility. Except nobody connected with those places cares at all. They should call them careless homes or, if they want to put a more positive sounding spin on it, carefree homes.
Oh and an unintended nap while waiting for the phone to recharge. I'm bound to make trouble for myself these days. Here is the damned dawn. Time to hit Post, and drag my decrepit carcass back to bed.
