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rejectomorph) wrote2024-07-16 07:31 am
rejectomorph) wrote2024-07-16 07:31 am
Reset Fifty, Day Five
A slightly less torrid day Monday, and then a long wait for nocturnal cooling that found me falling into a near-coma from which I woke after midnight still sweltering at the verge of a scream. Sleep again, and then waking up near dawn, when at last I was able too pen the windows and turn on the fan and begin cooling the place down to barely tolerable. But there were fresh groceries, none of which were devoured Monday evening. Unable to wait for their arrival after seven o'clock in the evening I had downed a bowl of microwaved Asian noodles late that afternoon.
The store had been out of the beer I most wanted, and failed to substitute my second choice, but I guess I can be happy about the ten bucks I saved. It was saved only temporarily of course, as I'll have to buy the beer net time I get groceries, and in the meantime I'll drink other beers that also cost money. So nothing saved in fact, so nothing to be happy about. And in fact I'm not happy! Funny how that works out.
Another semi-not-hot (97) day today, followed by the thing I'm most looking forward to: A low of 63 degrees tonight! Sixty-three! It's an incentive not to die today! Really! I'm imagining lying in bed reading "The Cat and the Curmudgeon" as a chilly breeze from the open window wafts over me. Delight! Of course I'll probably get rheumatism or develop arthritis in my aged joints and have to close the window to stop the draft from making me hurt, but my skin will be pleased for a few minutes at least.
Oh, I'm hearing the mocking bird sing outside my still-open window right now. The day has taken its time warming up, as the apartment has taken its time cooling off, but they will soon cross temperatures and I'll close the window. Have a nice day, mockingbird. I'll hide away again, and wait for the night.
The store had been out of the beer I most wanted, and failed to substitute my second choice, but I guess I can be happy about the ten bucks I saved. It was saved only temporarily of course, as I'll have to buy the beer net time I get groceries, and in the meantime I'll drink other beers that also cost money. So nothing saved in fact, so nothing to be happy about. And in fact I'm not happy! Funny how that works out.
Another semi-not-hot (97) day today, followed by the thing I'm most looking forward to: A low of 63 degrees tonight! Sixty-three! It's an incentive not to die today! Really! I'm imagining lying in bed reading "The Cat and the Curmudgeon" as a chilly breeze from the open window wafts over me. Delight! Of course I'll probably get rheumatism or develop arthritis in my aged joints and have to close the window to stop the draft from making me hurt, but my skin will be pleased for a few minutes at least.
Oh, I'm hearing the mocking bird sing outside my still-open window right now. The day has taken its time warming up, as the apartment has taken its time cooling off, but they will soon cross temperatures and I'll close the window. Have a nice day, mockingbird. I'll hide away again, and wait for the night.