DwarfWillow of Zenith
Jun. 26th, 2021 10:02 pmAnd it rained and rained and RAINED. Today we had a tornado watch all afternoon. A couple of small tornadoes touched down in the county east of here, but luckily we didn't have any. We have a capacious basement if we had needed to take refuge. Yesterday, I got out to go to the grocery store, but that was the extent of my leaving the house. I got wet on the way in to the store, and wetter still on the way back. Every time it lightens up a bit, I think, "Ooh, could hustle outside and walk/do something." But then I look at my weather app, and it tells me that it will most certainly rain in 5 minutes, 17 minutes, whatever. And then it does.
Last night, I was really tired, but the minute I became horizontal, my brain started running the Dark Version of my life story, the one in which everything I might feel good about is revealed to be a mere illusion that is torn away to reveal the awful truth that in reality I've bollixed up everything. I can never turn it off once it starts. I have to get up and distract myself from the doom-filled, Werner Herzog-ish voiceover. (Another chapter title for my memoirs: "Werner Herzog Narrates My Life.") I came downstairs, turned on something annoying and forgettable on Wee Hours TV, read another chapter of Why We Swim, ruminated, hoped my stomach would feel better. Finally I went back to bed, but as soon as I did, it started to pour again, and the rain rattling on the roof was surprisingly loud. I went to sleep anyway, though not for long enough. Tonight I need to sleep. Confined to the house by rain + not sleeping = a very grumpy person who should not be inflicted on humanity.
Last night, I was really tired, but the minute I became horizontal, my brain started running the Dark Version of my life story, the one in which everything I might feel good about is revealed to be a mere illusion that is torn away to reveal the awful truth that in reality I've bollixed up everything. I can never turn it off once it starts. I have to get up and distract myself from the doom-filled, Werner Herzog-ish voiceover. (Another chapter title for my memoirs: "Werner Herzog Narrates My Life.") I came downstairs, turned on something annoying and forgettable on Wee Hours TV, read another chapter of Why We Swim, ruminated, hoped my stomach would feel better. Finally I went back to bed, but as soon as I did, it started to pour again, and the rain rattling on the roof was surprisingly loud. I went to sleep anyway, though not for long enough. Tonight I need to sleep. Confined to the house by rain + not sleeping = a very grumpy person who should not be inflicted on humanity.
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Date: 2021-06-27 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-06-27 03:57 pm (UTC)I was delighted to learn from Why We Swim that swimming styles are culturally bound!
So glad you've got a real basement.