52/71: Apart
Mar. 29th, 2025 06:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSome days I sleep so much anymore that I can hardly count them as days. They are more like little interludes, though I have no idea in what. The week? The month? Time is all askew, and its divisions are blurry. I've long been expecting to fall apart myself, but I wasn't expecting reality to fall apart along with me. It seems excessive, and I hope I don't get blamed. It wasn't my idea!
The forecast is predicting rain tonight and tomorrow, with thunder storms Monday and Tuesday. Those weren't my idea either. Then after that we start getting days with highs in the seventies, one after another. A bit warm for early April, but nothing really scary. Something tells me the upcoming rain will likely be the last for the season. It hasn't been a great rainy season, but it could have been worse. In fact next year will probably be worse, but maybe I won't be around to put up with it. That's the good side of falling apart.
The forecast is predicting rain tonight and tomorrow, with thunder storms Monday and Tuesday. Those weren't my idea either. Then after that we start getting days with highs in the seventies, one after another. A bit warm for early April, but nothing really scary. Something tells me the upcoming rain will likely be the last for the season. It hasn't been a great rainy season, but it could have been worse. In fact next year will probably be worse, but maybe I won't be around to put up with it. That's the good side of falling apart.
