51/61: Bad Luck With Leaves
The Sunday dinner I was going to have for Monday lunch lingered a bit longer, and I just had it for Tuesday breakfast. I also had a bottle of Guinness, which might at least in part account for my sudden desire to get back to bed. Also neck killing me. Also quite chilly in here even with the furnace going, which makes the blankets even more appealing.
Oh, look, I forgot what I was doing again and neither finished nor posted this entry. Just as well, I suppose. There's really nothing to say anymore, and even if there were I'm sure I'd forget it. My phone went dead, not from lack of attention, but some inner flaw. I took the battery out and put it back in, which did work once before, and it worked again, but I feel my luck is running thin. I'm sure I should at last replace the battery, and probably the phone itself.
I just went to make some tea and tore the bag while opening the badly designed package. I put it in the cup anyway, and hope it isn't a mess. I have to tea strainer. I'll improvise with a big sieve if I must. I get stupider every day. But it will be nice to have some hot tea on this chilly evening. The trees to the northwest have lost enough of their leaves that I can once again see cars going by on the freeway. The sight of them makes me terribly sad.
Oh, look, I forgot what I was doing again and neither finished nor posted this entry. Just as well, I suppose. There's really nothing to say anymore, and even if there were I'm sure I'd forget it. My phone went dead, not from lack of attention, but some inner flaw. I took the battery out and put it back in, which did work once before, and it worked again, but I feel my luck is running thin. I'm sure I should at last replace the battery, and probably the phone itself.
I just went to make some tea and tore the bag while opening the badly designed package. I put it in the cup anyway, and hope it isn't a mess. I have to tea strainer. I'll improvise with a big sieve if I must. I get stupider every day. But it will be nice to have some hot tea on this chilly evening. The trees to the northwest have lost enough of their leaves that I can once again see cars going by on the freeway. The sight of them makes me terribly sad.