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Fry Day! And the living are easy! Tomorrow is the 100th anniversary of the start of WWI--and in 100 years it's never stopped. I've been trying to wake up all day but I keep sleeping. I awoke around 7am but didn't take my medications then. I awoke about 2 hours later and took them then--and went back to sleep. I got up around 10am and went out for a latte and bun. Came back and did a round of Just Words (medium level; I won). Then went out for a lunch of ribs, salad, potatoes and gravy, peas, and garlic bread. Came back and slept for a couple of hours. Got up and out (it's really warm outside) and am now back in the cooling clutches of the AC. The day has been fried!

I don't recall any of last night's dreaming. I fell asleep late after reading an intense short story in the L'Amour collection. (They are all intense, but this one a drawn out melodrama about ships chasing ships in WWII.) I think I slept all night--I don't recall getting up for a toilet run at any time.

Weather is supposed to creep into the 100+ range over the weekend.

An Ode to the Coming Sun
Soon the time will be--soon it will. And all the crimson flowers be in bloom. There be no aftershocks--only unending waves of silence. I dream of dreaming. I dream of dreams. Insistent humming saturates the sky. I be pulled along the corridors. I be sent into the dream state from which I never be awakened.

And so it goes!