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rejectomorph) wrote2023-12-27 08:57 am
rejectomorph) wrote2023-12-27 08:57 am
Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Fifteen
When I sleep mostly at night the days come to seem like afterthoughts, and the nights aren't thoughts at all. Tuesday is all but forgotten, but today is attempting to distinguish itself by dripping water all over the little houses we denizens of the mini-metropolis carelessly leave out in the rain. There will be mail delivered today as well, though I don't know yet if any of it will be for me. I'll have to go out and look after it arrives, and either it or I or both could end up wet. Such are the perils of California winter. Sogginess.
At the moment I'm trying to decide what I should eat. I surely should eat something, as I can feel the effects of crashing blood sugar coming on. Something quick is thus in order, though I know not what. I dislike thinking about cooking almost as much as I dislike the unpleasant act itself, but cooking appears to be inevitable today as I have nothing ready-to-eat that appeals to me and am too parsimonious to order anything to be delivered. Cheesy fried potatoes sounds almost good to me, but would be tedious to prepare, and I'm thinking microwaved chow mein would be way quicker and less a mess to clean up after.
In the meantime I'm listening to Layton and Johnstone, two African-American gentlemen who went to England in the early 1920s and had an illustrious career for a dozen years or so, as a piano and vocal duo. Here is their 1932 recording of the 1929 Deitz-Schwartz hit "I Guess I'll Have To Change My Plan." I think both song and performance have held up quite well.
At the moment I'm trying to decide what I should eat. I surely should eat something, as I can feel the effects of crashing blood sugar coming on. Something quick is thus in order, though I know not what. I dislike thinking about cooking almost as much as I dislike the unpleasant act itself, but cooking appears to be inevitable today as I have nothing ready-to-eat that appeals to me and am too parsimonious to order anything to be delivered. Cheesy fried potatoes sounds almost good to me, but would be tedious to prepare, and I'm thinking microwaved chow mein would be way quicker and less a mess to clean up after.
In the meantime I'm listening to Layton and Johnstone, two African-American gentlemen who went to England in the early 1920s and had an illustrious career for a dozen years or so, as a piano and vocal duo. Here is their 1932 recording of the 1929 Deitz-Schwartz hit "I Guess I'll Have To Change My Plan." I think both song and performance have held up quite well.