Purse Room Thermodynamics
People are starting to send me worried messages. I’ve been an absentee Frogman lately. I’m not dead or anything. So that’s a plus. But my life and health are challenging my limits right now. As many of you know, my basement flooded with toxic sludge and pretty much destroyed my room and most of my possessions. The space will be uninhabitable until it is completely renovated. So I had to move into a small room that contains a bed and all of my mom’s purses.
The days here have been incredibly hot and our air conditioner was damaged by the flood. This room is an oven most of the time. I am a bad sleeper. I get insomnia, I wake up early, my schedule switches from night to day. Because it is so warm, I am lucky if I get 3 hours of sleep at night. Combine that with my Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and you have made yourself a sweaty zombie Frogman. I shuffle around aimlessly and most of my verbal interactions are grunts. I do my puppy duties and that’s about all the exertion I can manage. I just don’t have the cognitive stamina to run this blog at the moment. I’m hoping in a few days we’ll get the air conditioner fixed, my room will stop being an easy-bake oven, and I’ll start getting the rest I need to get back to my old routine. I have no idea how long that will take.
As long as I don’t melt or anything, I’ll see you when I see you.