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rejectomorph) wrote2026-02-02 11:21 pm
rejectomorph) wrote2026-02-02 11:21 pm
52/338: Might Makes Fright
Being awake in the morning on... what was it, Monday?... I finally got around to doing a couple of loads of laundry, so I won't have to wear limp rags reeking of stale sweat for a while, but damn, I was so exhausted after five round trips sixty or so feet down the driveway from my front door to reach the laundry room that I put myself down (figuratively) for a nap about half past four, and while I slept this big ball of misery we live on turned its other side to the sun and I woke up in the chilly dark once again with a sad sigh of resignation and, just for lagniappe I guess, a crick in my neck.
So I'm sitting here in the nocturnal quiet of the mini-metropolis contemplating my next move, which I am thinking should probably be dinner. In fact it should be Friday's dinner, which I bought (checks calendar) Friday, but haven't gotten around to cooking due to the usual I-have-become-an-incompetent- old-geezer. It's a thing now, and apt to remain one terminally. When I will get around to eating Saturday, Sunday, and Monday's dinners only dog knows. But I'm pretty sure I'll get around to eating something in the next hour or so.
Oh, the forecast is saying that the high here today will be 69, and tomorrow 70, and Thursday 69 again, which means that if I remember I will be able to open the windows for a while each day and air this stagnant place out. I like an occasional warm day to break the monotony of winter, but damn, this winter's monotony has felt stolen from early spring, so what this is doing is making me worry about what hell summer may have in store for our desiccated arses. Probably best not to even think about it. I'll try to do something Alzheimery and forget that there is such a thing as a future. And anyway, I suspect that the way things have been going there actually might not be.
So I'm sitting here in the nocturnal quiet of the mini-metropolis contemplating my next move, which I am thinking should probably be dinner. In fact it should be Friday's dinner, which I bought (checks calendar) Friday, but haven't gotten around to cooking due to the usual I-have-become-an-incompetent- old-geezer. It's a thing now, and apt to remain one terminally. When I will get around to eating Saturday, Sunday, and Monday's dinners only dog knows. But I'm pretty sure I'll get around to eating something in the next hour or so.
Oh, the forecast is saying that the high here today will be 69, and tomorrow 70, and Thursday 69 again, which means that if I remember I will be able to open the windows for a while each day and air this stagnant place out. I like an occasional warm day to break the monotony of winter, but damn, this winter's monotony has felt stolen from early spring, so what this is doing is making me worry about what hell summer may have in store for our desiccated arses. Probably best not to even think about it. I'll try to do something Alzheimery and forget that there is such a thing as a future. And anyway, I suspect that the way things have been going there actually might not be.