And judging from the condition of the porch, at least part of the night.
Somebody sent me a box of Cheez-it crackers, which I haven’t tasted in a dozen years. Probably shouldn’t have eaten almost the whole thing, the resulting stomach ache from which kept me up and loitering near the ivory throne until after eleven. I’m as bad as Little Bear, I’ll probably shit orange for a week.
Took all day yesterday in my reading chair because what with all the moisture my knee flared up again and by afternoon I couldn’t bend it at all. A little better though still quite sore this morning, which is at the moment still totally overcast. So I don’t really plan any marathon projects today, either.
Got a helluva good night’s sleep when I finally got to sleep, didn’t stir till after eight. Still need coffee. And it feels like maybe a trip to the throne. Struggle over to Landlady’s ASAP to say good morning to chickens, then probably right back to the reading chair. Gad, I’m falling apart like an old clock…