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rejectomorph) wrote2026-02-26 06:44 am
rejectomorph) wrote2026-02-26 06:44 am
52/359-360: Ban the Balm!
Another day slipped away and I have no idea what became of it. I think it rained more than expected, but I also slept more than expected, though all my uncles are dead and none were named Bob. Still, sitting here this morning as day grows brighter but I don't is no surprise and pretty much what I ought to have expected. I'm supposed to put together a shopping list today, to be ordered tomorrow, but I think I'd just as soon be nuked, if not for the fact that such an event would be detrimental to the local cat population. Once again my tendency toward nihilism is stymied by the memory of cute little furballs purring.
This being so close to shopping day I am almost out of tasty unhealthy foods for breakfast, but I rummaged blindly in part of the refrigerator I can't see and found a can of cinnamon rolls, which I baked forthwith and have partly devoured, accompanied by a cup of cold coffee with a big shot of fresh cream. The coffee probably precludes any chance of a nap anytime soon, but it was tasty enough to have made that sacrifice worthwhile. In fact I'm contemplating having a second cup, the anti-Morphean damage having already been done.
The local weather forecast is quite peculiar. The latest update is predicting a high of 72 today, when yesterday's forecast was predicting that today's high would be only 68. Even more alarmingly, it is predicting a high of 76 for tomorrow. I don't recall signing up for this. In fact I'm quite sure I didn't. I have clearly been drafted, without advance warning. This is what happens when you allow climate scientists to run amok and send all the snow to the east! I intend to write a very sharply worded letter to Oprah, insisting that she do something about it. Spring in February! The very idea!
This being so close to shopping day I am almost out of tasty unhealthy foods for breakfast, but I rummaged blindly in part of the refrigerator I can't see and found a can of cinnamon rolls, which I baked forthwith and have partly devoured, accompanied by a cup of cold coffee with a big shot of fresh cream. The coffee probably precludes any chance of a nap anytime soon, but it was tasty enough to have made that sacrifice worthwhile. In fact I'm contemplating having a second cup, the anti-Morphean damage having already been done.
The local weather forecast is quite peculiar. The latest update is predicting a high of 72 today, when yesterday's forecast was predicting that today's high would be only 68. Even more alarmingly, it is predicting a high of 76 for tomorrow. I don't recall signing up for this. In fact I'm quite sure I didn't. I have clearly been drafted, without advance warning. This is what happens when you allow climate scientists to run amok and send all the snow to the east! I intend to write a very sharply worded letter to Oprah, insisting that she do something about it. Spring in February! The very idea!