52/117-118: What Does It Take
May. 24th, 2025 06:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphA while ago I finished eating what should probably have been Thursday's dinner. Displaced in time again, I'm thinking about taking the Friday afternoon nap I missed now. At some point I need to give myself last month's haircut. If I keep filling in gaps, eventually I might catch up with everything undone, but somehow I doubt it. Probably because in eighty years on this Earth not once have I had monkeys fly out of my butt. In time one does gain the ability to perceive what is likely and what is not, and anything in my life going back to balance and rationality is, at this point, one of those things that is as unlikely as me evacuating a flock of aviating butt monkeys. Too bad.
The apartment is currently down to 71 degrees from an indoor high of 76 yesterday. The insulation is now functioning as a heat storage system that slows the nocturnal cooling of fan and open windows. All the heat it prevented from entering the apartment by day it allows in at night. It's an imperfect system. Still, I've been lucky enough this year that I've had no power bill in April or May, and there is still 55 bucks credit toward June. It's possible I'll be able to keep my consumption down and have no bill again next month, but more likely it will be some annoying sum of one or two digits, forcing me to waste a postage stamp. The heat that will provoke air conditioner usage will be arriving this month, with triple digit highs next Friday and Saturday. After that, all hell is apt to break loose. If it does, my pre-credit bill could easily be eighty or ninety bucks, so the stamp won't be wasted. It will be carrying a check for twenty or thirty bucks. Yes, check. Don't tech shame me!
Speaking of tech shame, I've been using a YouTube video of a Jr. Walker song to counteract all the misery of crepitude and brainlessness I've been suffering lately. It's one of those cheerful, short, airplay-friendly songs from late 1969, meaning it got its greatest exposure in early 1970. I have a vague memory that it was one of my favorite songs that summer, and it was on the jukebox at my favorite coffee shop of the time, so I dropped a lot of coins for it. Now I can just stay home and click a link.
The apartment is currently down to 71 degrees from an indoor high of 76 yesterday. The insulation is now functioning as a heat storage system that slows the nocturnal cooling of fan and open windows. All the heat it prevented from entering the apartment by day it allows in at night. It's an imperfect system. Still, I've been lucky enough this year that I've had no power bill in April or May, and there is still 55 bucks credit toward June. It's possible I'll be able to keep my consumption down and have no bill again next month, but more likely it will be some annoying sum of one or two digits, forcing me to waste a postage stamp. The heat that will provoke air conditioner usage will be arriving this month, with triple digit highs next Friday and Saturday. After that, all hell is apt to break loose. If it does, my pre-credit bill could easily be eighty or ninety bucks, so the stamp won't be wasted. It will be carrying a check for twenty or thirty bucks. Yes, check. Don't tech shame me!
Speaking of tech shame, I've been using a YouTube video of a Jr. Walker song to counteract all the misery of crepitude and brainlessness I've been suffering lately. It's one of those cheerful, short, airplay-friendly songs from late 1969, meaning it got its greatest exposure in early 1970. I have a vague memory that it was one of my favorite songs that summer, and it was on the jukebox at my favorite coffee shop of the time, so I dropped a lot of coins for it. Now I can just stay home and click a link.
