Maybe I should learn Morse code

 

My LED has been blinking occasionally these days at 7:44 am. If I'm going to interpret this as Sharon trying to talk to me, I need to figure out what language LEDs speak. To my knowledge, she never knew Morse code when she was alive, but perhaps she picked it up in the afterlife. Maybe there's a class you can take over there. Or spirits learn it from each other as they try to help one another hone their skills for getting messages over from the other side.

I am so dad blasted stuck in my inertia that I couldn't decide whether to shave my head or cook some chili yesterday. I know I have to do something in a day, to fill the time between TV meals. So I made a short list of six items and rolled the dice. I left music off the list. Too sedentary.

1 go for a bike ride
2 go fishing
3 cook something
4 clean something
5 fix something
6 shave my head

I rolled a six, so that was that. Easy enough, but hardly enough to build a whole day around, seeing as how I was already mostly bald. I'll have to add another item to the list and try again today. I rolled a three. Cook something it is. Good, I wasn't looking forward to yardwork.

I have my depression group to go to today anyway. Not that it's helping me at all, it's just something to do for an hour that gets me out of the house. I guess it could count for socialization, plopping my depressed ass in a chair in a room with other people in it. But if we're all just depressed and going week after week to sit with each other and listen to a guy read from a printout, I don't call that a cure or treatment, just moderated commiseration. I gotta get started on something or I'll just lounge around till it's time to go.

We're having another power shutoff event this week starting on Wednesday morning and lasting until they see fit to turn it back on. More fire weather. I should be preparing an evacuation kit and getting the generator ready? Is that what you're trying to tell me, dear?