51/101: Flies
When I cooked Sunday's dinner early Monday morning I got some grease in the air and have had a hard time breathing ever since. I should try to remember to have the stove's overhead exhaust fan on when frying potatoes. And then of course I ate too much, so the whole fiasco was a double disaster. I'll soon be going to sleep (don't ask) bloated and suffocating. If I upchuck in my sleep and pull a Jimi Hendrix it won't make the news because, well, I'm no Jimi Hendrix. This might not happen though, in which case I'll have to think about eating again in a few hours. No rest for the wicked, I guess.
Clouds today, rain tonight, and rain likely almost every day for the rest of the year. Well, that's only a week after tomorrow, so not all that surprising. Time sure flies when you're having dementia.
Clouds today, rain tonight, and rain likely almost every day for the rest of the year. Well, that's only a week after tomorrow, so not all that surprising. Time sure flies when you're having dementia.