51/63: Random Crap
Nov. 14th, 2024 10:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphWednesday night to this morning I was in bed more than ten hours, and probably asleep for about seven, so one would think I'd feel rested, but no. Still, I'm finally doing laundry, as the room was available this morning. It's pretty rare. It should be done by quarter past one. There is a possibility of rain this afternoon, and maybe even a thunderstorm. Thunderstorms didn't used to be a thing around here in November, but maybe they will be now. There could be rain Sunday as well, and later in the month there are seven days in a row with a possibility of showers. This far out it's still speculative, of course, but its an indication odds of at least some rain around then are pretty good. Any rain is welcome this time of year, when warm winds can rapidly suck moisture out of the landscape and leave it especially vulnerable to fires.
I'm not planning any shopping until a week from Friday, but it's looking like I could run out of orange juice before then. When I last ordered it I failed to notice that the bottles had been downsized, so I'm going to be about three servings short for the period. I'll cross that brand off my list until the competitors downsize too, which I'm sure they will. Once they do I'll just have to adjust to the new reality, as one subject to the arbitrary whims of commercial bean-counters must.
The long sleep last night brought a distressing dream, which I partly remembered, and it was the first dream I've recalled that took place in this place, sort of, since moving here almost six years ago. I hadn't really thought about the fact that I haven't dreamed about this place (that I remember) until I did. When I've had place dreams here they've been set in distorted versions of Paradise or Los Angeles. It was interesting, though disturbing, to see a distortion of this little corner of the mini-metropolis. Also way duller than the distortions of either Paradise or L.A., yet more threatening. This is a weird place, and I'm glad I haven't dreamed about it (or remembered dreaming about it) before now. I hope it doesn't become a regular thing.
Time to check the laundry, and then maybe find some lunch. Nap? Who the hell knows?
I'm not planning any shopping until a week from Friday, but it's looking like I could run out of orange juice before then. When I last ordered it I failed to notice that the bottles had been downsized, so I'm going to be about three servings short for the period. I'll cross that brand off my list until the competitors downsize too, which I'm sure they will. Once they do I'll just have to adjust to the new reality, as one subject to the arbitrary whims of commercial bean-counters must.
The long sleep last night brought a distressing dream, which I partly remembered, and it was the first dream I've recalled that took place in this place, sort of, since moving here almost six years ago. I hadn't really thought about the fact that I haven't dreamed about this place (that I remember) until I did. When I've had place dreams here they've been set in distorted versions of Paradise or Los Angeles. It was interesting, though disturbing, to see a distortion of this little corner of the mini-metropolis. Also way duller than the distortions of either Paradise or L.A., yet more threatening. This is a weird place, and I'm glad I haven't dreamed about it (or remembered dreaming about it) before now. I hope it doesn't become a regular thing.
Time to check the laundry, and then maybe find some lunch. Nap? Who the hell knows?
