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Saturday, July 11, 2009 B
"But It Had Felt So Real"
Sunday, July 12, 2009
"The Summer of Our Discontent"
Last night my fitful sleep was disturbed by the squealing of the AC fans as it abruptly shut off, then I heard an odd beeping. Julia knew what it was, the UPS box trying to keep our computer powered. It couldn't manage it, but maybe it eased the shut off. I couldn't sleep after that. My legs were restless, and I thrashed. Worried my thrashing was keeping Julia awake, I moved to the sofa, where I finally fell asleep briefly. I would have gone for a walk this morning, which would bring ease to the restless legs, but I was too sleepy to rouse early enough. It's too damn hot. Yesterday it was 112F degrees. I feel rather trapped in our small cave. I just hope the electricity (and the AC) doesn't go off in the middle of the day...
Monday, July 13, 2009
"Small Horror"
(If it matters, it had been 'dover sole', bought in the 'fresh cuts' deli section for only $3 something. It had looked a little too 'shiny', but I didn't listen to that small whisper of wisdom. I thought instead with logical mind, "Such a good deal..." NOT!) I fear I will smell that stench in my nightmares...
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