51/101: Flies

[rejectomorph]

When I cooked Sunday's dinner early Monday morning I got some grease in the air and have had a hard time breathing ever since. I should try to remember to have the stove's overhead exhaust fan on when frying potatoes. And then of course I ate too much, so the whole fiasco was a double disaster. I'll soon be going to sleep (don't ask) bloated and suffocating. If I upchuck in my sleep and pull a Jimi Hendrix it won't make the news because, well, I'm no Jimi Hendrix. This might not happen though, in which case I'll have to think about eating again in a few hours. No rest for the wicked, I guess.

Clouds today, rain tonight, and rain likely almost every day for the rest of the year. Well, that's only a week after tomorrow, so not all that surprising. Time sure flies when you're having dementia.