Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Thirty-One

[rejectomorph]

Having forgotten Sunday I must conclude that it was forgettable. There was a sandwich at some point, and probably a nap, tough not a very long one or I'd be more alert now than I am. I did not get indigestion, and I did not forget to charge my phone battery. In short, The Stupid didn't hurt very much. The tooth(s) did though, at least intermittently. The apartment didn't get cold, the furnace didn't come on, and about an hour ago I made some chocolate milk with a shot of brandy and a couple of pieces of cinnamon toast, and now I'm all settled down and ready to crawl under the cozy covers of my warm bed and see if I can get to sleep before the morning light starts creeping in. Sounds like a normal day, whatever that is. Something I could live through, in any case. And so I did.