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rejectomorph) wrote2025-10-27 06:29 pm
rejectomorph) wrote2025-10-27 06:29 pm
52/248: Disorientation
Lots of sleep Monday, and I almost didn't wake up until after nightfall, but did so just in time to see one of the feral cats my neighbor has been feeding munching its dinner in the dusk. The mailbox was empty. I came back in and considered going back to bed, but decided to watch a music video and got caught up in it. I guess that's what I'll be doing for the next couple of hours at least. Eventually I should fix tonight's dinner, but first I'd need to clean up the dishes from Sunday's dinner. Time and I are having another one of our disagreements. The curse of true loathe never runs smooth.
A couple of hours later, I got Sunday's dishes done, but then I decided I was too tired to fix dinner, so I just made a malted. now I'm ready to go back to bed. I still haven't turned the furnace on, despite some cool days, but we've now gotten into that warm spell that will extend through the first several days of November, so I'm still saving money on that month's bill. One good thing, at least. There are all sorts of things I need to deal with soon, but I am totally without energy these days, and I fear I might never get around to them. Catastrophe of one sort or another is likely. The world and I can relate, huh?
Sleep, before I collapse. I bet I'll wake up in the dark again, physically and mentally. Maybe if I'm expecting it it won't be so disorienting.
A couple of hours later, I got Sunday's dishes done, but then I decided I was too tired to fix dinner, so I just made a malted. now I'm ready to go back to bed. I still haven't turned the furnace on, despite some cool days, but we've now gotten into that warm spell that will extend through the first several days of November, so I'm still saving money on that month's bill. One good thing, at least. There are all sorts of things I need to deal with soon, but I am totally without energy these days, and I fear I might never get around to them. Catastrophe of one sort or another is likely. The world and I can relate, huh?
Sleep, before I collapse. I bet I'll wake up in the dark again, physically and mentally. Maybe if I'm expecting it it won't be so disorienting.