where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
where hypotheses come to die


It is very unusual that I feel well - like a normal person.  Felt pretty well today.  But, after yesterday's walk, and beer, there is a subsurface tiredness which will arise in a day or two - and, even when I feel well, I can detect that deeper fatigue.  So, I take it easy, for the CFS, and also to enjoy the elusive wellness.  That's what I've been doing today.  And, I decided to put off making the dog food until tomorrow - even though it will be warm and humid then.  After this post, I am going to watch TV.  Or, what little I can receive.  MY HD doesn't always work.

I figured out what that black woman meant.  She must have said, "You got - your feet are on fire sir!"  I was wearing bright red socks.  That must have been it.  I've been experiencing a number of good interactions with various blacks lately.  I was going to post about these, but, by now, have forgotten most of them.  These pleasantries usually happen during nice weather, which is true for any race.  And, when July 4 is over, usually all the mild harassments usually suspend until autumn.  Around November, some people must experience some kind of subconscious paranoia that they might not have a home through the winter.  So, they get really pushy, for territory or such.  This is what N-Guy did each year, basically forcing N-Girl to take him in.  And, the two times he was arrested - they were both in November.
Tags: my cfs diary (2020)
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