Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Eighty-One

[rejectomorph]

My fourth blanket was delivered Wednesday. It's another very soft one, but also fairly thin, so wont be working alone except in warm weather. It's more of a match for the brownish sheet blanket I got the other day than it is for the colorful red ones. I've got one more on the way, this one a muted plaid, but it won't arrive today, this being a holiday. I might get it Friday, but this time of year one never knows. If the stores are zoos, the delivery system is even more so. I've been thinking about getting a new toaster and a small waffle iron, both of which are available cheap on Black Friday sales, but I don't know that I want the aggravation of waiting for delivery this time of year.

In the meantime, I'm still sleeping oddly, with multiple wakings in the dark, which always make me sad. It's one of the hazards of this time of year, when there is so much dark. Also I go to sleep in the light, which isn't so easy to explain away. I'm really tired a lot? That I am. But I could probably arrange things differently if I tried. I just don't feel like trying. I don't feel like writing any more right now either, so I won't.

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[rejectomorph]

Pandemic time. I just got used to it and haven't gone back to trying to think up a relevant title every day. Reset is the number of times I've been somewhere since I started the system, and the days are days since my last time out.