52/129-130: Wack
Jun. 6th, 2025 01:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphWhen the computer informed me that today is Friday and not Thursday I sort of had a brief breakdown. One would think I would be accustomed to such shocks now that my brain has been disarrayed for so long, but no. I still hate discovering that I've lost track of entire days. Today it is exacerbated by The fact that I've been awake for about eleven hours now, and that's about my maximum these days.
When I was going to bed what turned out to be Thursday night, I opened the window for cooler air and saw the waxing moon westering, and it was orange. The air smelled of fire. After sleeping I checked again and could no longer smell fire, but the air has been hazy all day. The problem is I can't get the fecktwudling idernet to show me a web site with information about current fires. Even CalFire's is a pig's breakfast, with a big blank map. The federal agency web sites have pretty much vanished. Perhaps Elmo crammed them up his ass before flouncing out. A bromance on the rocks can bring a lot of collateral damage.
There's reflux again from breakfast, and I want to get back to sleep but not to wake up choking on chunder. I'm eating some almond powder, which might work. I'm running low on the stuff, and might have to pay full price to replenish the supply. It isn't on sale very often. But at least we grow almonds in California, so it won't get tariffed. At least not yet. We might get declared foreigners any day now. It seems like nothing is off the table these days. Except eggs and foreign foods, of course.
Bugger, nodding off and there are dishes to wash. No rest for the wack.
When I was going to bed what turned out to be Thursday night, I opened the window for cooler air and saw the waxing moon westering, and it was orange. The air smelled of fire. After sleeping I checked again and could no longer smell fire, but the air has been hazy all day. The problem is I can't get the fecktwudling idernet to show me a web site with information about current fires. Even CalFire's is a pig's breakfast, with a big blank map. The federal agency web sites have pretty much vanished. Perhaps Elmo crammed them up his ass before flouncing out. A bromance on the rocks can bring a lot of collateral damage.
There's reflux again from breakfast, and I want to get back to sleep but not to wake up choking on chunder. I'm eating some almond powder, which might work. I'm running low on the stuff, and might have to pay full price to replenish the supply. It isn't on sale very often. But at least we grow almonds in California, so it won't get tariffed. At least not yet. We might get declared foreigners any day now. It seems like nothing is off the table these days. Except eggs and foreign foods, of course.
Bugger, nodding off and there are dishes to wash. No rest for the wack.
