Reset Fifty, Day Forty-Six
Aug. 27th, 2024 06:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphThe issue of the glitchy web site I had to deal with Monday got resolved without my needing to sally forth to a certain death (or at least certain misery) in the Big World out there in the mini-metropolis. The lesser misery of being stuck in the apartment continues, of course, as does the poor sleep, the troublesome food inducing acid reflux, and the endlessly annoying leg cramps and itches in spots I can't reach. Had I known that aging would be this unpleasant, I'd have done more high-risk fun stuff when I was still young enough to enjoy it. I'm starting to envy all those rockers who OD'd at forty.
Four hours of sleep, waking with dissolving memories of a bad dream, then two hours of catnaps and hamster brained gibberish ended Monday's wretched absence of any pleasant excess, and now I'm sipping a couple of ounces of my remaining orange juice and contemplating the last remaining donut I will soon eat, while listening to the dog across the bike path bark monotonously through the chilly morning air. The chilliness is the only part of all this I could be said to be half enjoying. The novelty is yet to wear off, and it will be going away again soon. A high of 98 today, then three days of triple digit highs, with a couple more coming up next week, and the rest all in the nineties for the next two weeks. The nights will dip into the sixties, which is better than most of July and August, but not cool enough to make for pleasant mornings, and the air conditioner will be coming back on, probably this afternoon. Oh, that droning fan.
As I didn't get any groceries over the weekend, I am running low on stuff, and probably won't pester anybody to fetch anything for me until Friday, or maybe even Monday. I'll have to get creative with the foodstuffs... HAHAHAHAHA! the oven is going to be off limits again until cooler weather returns, but I might still have a microwaveable thing or two in the freezer. I wish I still had the energy to get out and fetch stuff for myself. Or had gotten squashed by a bus in 1986. Much of 1986 was good for me. It would have been a good year to die.
Four hours of sleep, waking with dissolving memories of a bad dream, then two hours of catnaps and hamster brained gibberish ended Monday's wretched absence of any pleasant excess, and now I'm sipping a couple of ounces of my remaining orange juice and contemplating the last remaining donut I will soon eat, while listening to the dog across the bike path bark monotonously through the chilly morning air. The chilliness is the only part of all this I could be said to be half enjoying. The novelty is yet to wear off, and it will be going away again soon. A high of 98 today, then three days of triple digit highs, with a couple more coming up next week, and the rest all in the nineties for the next two weeks. The nights will dip into the sixties, which is better than most of July and August, but not cool enough to make for pleasant mornings, and the air conditioner will be coming back on, probably this afternoon. Oh, that droning fan.
As I didn't get any groceries over the weekend, I am running low on stuff, and probably won't pester anybody to fetch anything for me until Friday, or maybe even Monday. I'll have to get creative with the foodstuffs... HAHAHAHAHA! the oven is going to be off limits again until cooler weather returns, but I might still have a microwaveable thing or two in the freezer. I wish I still had the energy to get out and fetch stuff for myself. Or had gotten squashed by a bus in 1986. Much of 1986 was good for me. It would have been a good year to die.
