52/69: Where or When
Mar. 26th, 2025 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphThere were indications that the clock was messing with me, or maybe it was my eyes, or perhaps just my brain. Late Tuesday evening I finally got around to fixing Monday dinner, and a few hours later I was ready for sleep. I got to bed a couple of hours before Wednesday dawn, and when I woke up I had slipped into one of those temporal limbos, having no memory of when I'd gone to sleep. All I knew was there was daylight coming in around the blinds. When I looked at the clock display on my phone I saw four something, but I felt tired, so I went back to bed.
After that I woke ups few times, and kept telling myself I had to get up because it was getting very late, but I was still tired and kept going back to sleep anyway. Because I didn't remember when I'd gone to sleep I assumed it had been after dawn, because I clearly needed more sleep. Finally I realized that I had wakened several times but the light hadn't changed, so either the earth had stopped turning or it wasn't evening. I took another look at the clock and it said it was a bit past noon. So then I knew that either the earth had reversed its rotation or I had misread the time earlier. The absence of catastrophic earthquakes led me to believe that, fortunately for the world, the latter was more likely. I probably saw a nine as a four. I must have had about seven hours of sleep, and it was time to get up.
But I have still felt disoriented ever since then. Not knowing what time it is always worries me, and finding out it was an entirely different time than I'd thought totally freaks me out. It's like a little preview of dementia, and it's quite distressing. Anyway, it was an odd way to spend the last balmy day. It was a windy day, too, though most of the time I only heard the wind, since I stayed in except for a brief walk to the mailbox to fetch nothing but a supermarket flyer. By tomorrow afternoon there could be rain, which I can enjoy, as long as the mail is no more important than it was today. The next rain after that isn't until Sunday, when no mail is delivered, so I'll be able to enjoy that rain even more. But the furnace will certainly be coming back on sometime tonight. I've enjoyed the respite from it.
Hey, it's Peggy Lee:
After that I woke ups few times, and kept telling myself I had to get up because it was getting very late, but I was still tired and kept going back to sleep anyway. Because I didn't remember when I'd gone to sleep I assumed it had been after dawn, because I clearly needed more sleep. Finally I realized that I had wakened several times but the light hadn't changed, so either the earth had stopped turning or it wasn't evening. I took another look at the clock and it said it was a bit past noon. So then I knew that either the earth had reversed its rotation or I had misread the time earlier. The absence of catastrophic earthquakes led me to believe that, fortunately for the world, the latter was more likely. I probably saw a nine as a four. I must have had about seven hours of sleep, and it was time to get up.
But I have still felt disoriented ever since then. Not knowing what time it is always worries me, and finding out it was an entirely different time than I'd thought totally freaks me out. It's like a little preview of dementia, and it's quite distressing. Anyway, it was an odd way to spend the last balmy day. It was a windy day, too, though most of the time I only heard the wind, since I stayed in except for a brief walk to the mailbox to fetch nothing but a supermarket flyer. By tomorrow afternoon there could be rain, which I can enjoy, as long as the mail is no more important than it was today. The next rain after that isn't until Sunday, when no mail is delivered, so I'll be able to enjoy that rain even more. But the furnace will certainly be coming back on sometime tonight. I've enjoyed the respite from it.
Hey, it's Peggy Lee:
