51/72: Smudged
Nov. 23rd, 2024 08:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSomehow I survived Friday and don't regret it too much. Despite being awakened far too early by the irrelevant emergency announcement, I got a late start on ordering the groceries, and that, along with some computer/Idarnets related issues and, most likely, the fact that the impending holiday slowed service by the store, led to me being unable to get the pickup time that would have been most convenient for my niece, and the later pickup time I did get was in the middle of something she had planned, so in the end I didn't get my groceries until after seven o'clock, by which time I had been awake for about seventeen hours and was utterly exhausted. But I lived. I just wished I hadn't, until I had finally gotten some sleep, meaning when I woke up this morning. Now I'm glad I lived long enough to get one more fresh donut— although I'm not entirely convinced it was worth it. Let's see how the rest of the day goes.
As for the day, it is still cloudy, though I caught a brief glimpse of part of the sun through a drifting bit of thinner cloud a few minutes ago. It's expected to be like this for the next few days, maybe with a few showers now and then, with maybe some actual rain Monday, but then it's apt to remain mostly dry through the first week of December, despite fairly persistent clouds. In short, it will be quite late autumnish. Other than the temperatures I will probably barely notice it. The details of seasons are less visible here in the mini-metropolis than they were in the mountains. Back then I could expect to grow somewhat poetic in my responses to the external stimuli provided by the weather, but here I am mostly indoors and have little to see through my few windows. I fear I've grown as dull as my views of the outdoors.
So I've been awake about five hours now, which turns out to be long enough for me to want a nap again. It's so weird that I vacillate between drifting into fantasies and drifting off to sleep anymore. Reality does not appear to be working out very well for the current iteration of me. Maybe I need to be rebooted. Every time I close my eyes I think about smudge pots. Clearly I've mistaken myself for an orange tree. Or I am an orange tree mistaking itself for a stupid old guy.
As for the day, it is still cloudy, though I caught a brief glimpse of part of the sun through a drifting bit of thinner cloud a few minutes ago. It's expected to be like this for the next few days, maybe with a few showers now and then, with maybe some actual rain Monday, but then it's apt to remain mostly dry through the first week of December, despite fairly persistent clouds. In short, it will be quite late autumnish. Other than the temperatures I will probably barely notice it. The details of seasons are less visible here in the mini-metropolis than they were in the mountains. Back then I could expect to grow somewhat poetic in my responses to the external stimuli provided by the weather, but here I am mostly indoors and have little to see through my few windows. I fear I've grown as dull as my views of the outdoors.
So I've been awake about five hours now, which turns out to be long enough for me to want a nap again. It's so weird that I vacillate between drifting into fantasies and drifting off to sleep anymore. Reality does not appear to be working out very well for the current iteration of me. Maybe I need to be rebooted. Every time I close my eyes I think about smudge pots. Clearly I've mistaken myself for an orange tree. Or I am an orange tree mistaking itself for a stupid old guy.
