Weather, Or Not

That was a rainy Monday. There were hours when it rained little, and minutes when it didn't rain at all, but the rain always came back. For the last hour or so the night, now very cold, has been silent. Any minute now, I expect, I'll hear the drops falling again, and the wind will pick back up. I slept rather poorly last night, and though I'd intended to take a nap, I never got around to it. Soon I must go to bed, and if the rain doesn't return before then I might just sleep through it. At least I would hope so. I really need to make up for last night's crappy sleep. More rain is on the way, of course, so I won't feel bad about missing any tonight.

Abrupt ending. Late.

Oh dear, it was Friday the thirteenth and I didn't even notice! So far I've survived it, but there's more than an hour left, so maybe I shouldn't tempt fate. Or it could be that I've already had my share of the bad luck, since I forgot to buy cottage cheese when I put in my order at Safeway. I remembered it Thursday night, after I'd already made a paper list, but then forgot it when I put in the order online today. Should have gotten up and written it down when I first thought of it.

I knew I was forgetting something too, and spent time trying to jog my memory, to no avail. It was only when the groceries had been fetched and I was putting them away that I saw the nearly empty old cottage cheese container in the refrigerator and realized what I'd missed. There was a second item I'd realized I needed Thursday night too, but I still haven't recalled what that one was. I'll probably only remember it when I need it and miss it. Hey, I wonder if someday we'll discover that Thursday the twelfth is the actually unlucky day, and all the bad shit that happens on Friday is just consequences of stuff that happened (or failed to happen) on Thursday?

So far I haven't eaten anything dinnerlike tonight, though I did indulge myself with an extravagance earlier; a cream puff, which I washed down with some hot chocolate. I really should stick some protein into my guts, to counteract the fatty sweetness. I could eat some cottage cheese, but, you know. I'd like to save the bit remaining for a more dire situation, which is sure to arise soon enough.

Friday was sunny, but clouds will form overnight, and tomorrow will be overcast again. Then there will be rain and rain and rain Sunday Monday and Tuesday. Seems almost like February. There is also a wind advisory already posted by the weather service, with lots of gusty stuff due all three days. And it will be chilly, so I'm glad I've got lots of soup on hand. If the power stays on I'll actually be able to heat it up, too. I'm living in the damned lap of luxury. I hope it doesn't piss itself.

Finally getting some rain tonight. Mist began about three Tuesday afternoon, and it got very wet very slowly. Now I think I'll be getting to listen to rain as I go to sleep. Almost as restful as a cat purr.

Been feeling mostly crappy all day, and more so as it passed. There's really nothing to be done at such times. Usually I just watch videos. Funny ones to cheer me up and music to distract me when the cheering fails, as it tends to do. I could have gone to bed early, but then I'd have just woken up too early in the chilly dark being sad. I can't put it off any longer though. I hope I'll be tired enough not to notice how uncomfortable I am. Then it will be possible to sleep, at least for a while.


( Sunday Verse )

Thursday afternoon's high here got all the way up to 72. It was nice to have the windows open for a couple of hours, but it might be even nicer if we get the showers the forecast is predicting for late next week. In fact there could be quite a bit of shower activity through the rest of February. These, I suppose, are the April showers of legend, but come early. And the dog days of summer? Those will be ravening wolf days.

Oh crap, I lost track of time again and it's after midnight. Wanted to post this yesterday. The day I had a peanut butter sandwich for diner. Life has become a battle to the death with the clock. The clock always wins.

Barely eight o'clock in the evening and I can barely keep my eyes open. I finally got around to eating Friday's dinner, for Tuesday breakfast, or maybe it was even brunch. Way late in any case. And I got no nap Tuesday, which is why I'm so tired right now. In lieu of Tuesday diner I just munched a cookie, and unsurprisingly found it adequate as a meal substitute. I'm sure I'll have no problem getting to sleep once I drag my carcass into the bedroom and ensconce it under those inviting, cozy covers. The mild afternoon is a distant memory, and chill is the nocturnal mode. I was about to say I wasn't going to get to sleep just sitting here, but then I went to sleep just sitting here, so definitely bedtime.

Getting through Sunday. I'm feeling a bit nauseated. I might have eaten something I shouldn't have, and also have developed a bit of headache. My hope was to do some laundry today, but now I'm not feeling it. There's no place to puke in the laundry room. Maybe I'll put a bit of water in my footbath basin and put it beside the bed for emergency chundering, and then just nap for a bit. Other than the nausea it's a pleasant enough day, if still a bit on the chilly side. I wish I could enjoy it.


( Sunday Verse )

I just had the unsettling experience of waking up thinking it was Thursday morning and then discovering that it was actually Thursday evening. I had (have!) things to do, and now they are all squeezed and some undoable. If it were morning I would (but wouldn't because there'd be no need) bang my head against the wall, but as it's evening I can't because the neighbors are home and I don't want to freak them out and get the cops called on me. This is all so stupid! How did I get so stupid so fast?

I suppose I should eat dinner and make arrangements for grocery fetching tomorrow, though I don't know how I'll stay awake at the right hours. On the bright side, I'm not freezing in the dark, which I have heard is a problem in some places right now. I'm just a bit chilly and due for some more fog tomorrow. I could probably even boost the heat a bit, since this month's utility bill was a bit smaller than I'd expected, and the forecast is suggesting continued mildness is likely. Take a shot? Why not? Some cheer would be worth a couple of bucks. I should use it while I've still got it. The whole damned state is likely to burn next summer.

Staring at a blank digital page on a cold morning going on three o'clock, wondering what I might say that wouldn't be terribly dull or horribly depressing, and realized there is nothing, so rather than continue sitting in this chair that makes my butt sore I will get in bed and stare into the dimness (darkness is unavailable in my room thanks to the lights in the parking lot of the large condominium next door.) I can't see much tonight anyway, my eyes are so blurry. As I haven't slept in about eleven hours perhaps I'll be able to just crash out anyway. I'm sure that would be for the best.

Trying to get that brain to work. Not having much luck. Friday got lost in it somewhere, and I'm not expecting to find it again. Not even its sad remains. I might have had an nap but don't remember. I know I ate some dinner (a microwaved frozen entrée) because I just finished it half an hour ago. I must let it settle a bit more before attempting to return to sleep.

Friday began with a pretty nice fog, the one thing I remember about it, and today is likely to start off foggy as well. It got very cold overnight, and there might be frost out there, but it isn't light enough to see yet. The high is supposed to be 62, which would make the diurnal range almost thirty degrees, rather extreme for the time of year. A slight touch of winter could make a brief appearance Wednesday, when there is a 24% chance of showers. A pathetic straw to grasp, but it's all we've got for the rest of this pitiful excuse for a winter month. I could have worried less about my utility bill, and even indulged in a bit more heat with little harm to my budget. Hindsight is a wonderfully infuriating thing.