The Longest Monday

Waiting for Tuesday

I have checked the frequency counter four times today. It is still working. It was working an hour ago. It will presumably be working tomorrow.

And yet.

08:00 - Morning Routine

Normal breakfast. Normal tea. Normal measurement.

I stared at the numbers longer than necessary. 49.96 Hz. This means nothing today. Tomorrow it might mean something. Or nothing. Probably nothing.

I ate my breakfast standing up without noticing.

I cleaned the apartment. Not because it was dirty, but because my hands needed something to do.

I organized the bookshelf by publication year. Then by author. Then back to publication year.

Mrs. Kuznetsova knocked. “Are you alright? I heard furniture moving.”

“I am rearranging,” I said.

“At 10 in the morning?”

“It is a good time for rearranging.”

She looked at me the way one looks at someone who is clearly not alright but insists they are.

I sorted my tea collection by expiration date. Then by type. Then by country of origin.

I have 847 grams of tea. This is enough for approximately 169 cups. This information is useless but now I know it.

Ruslan messaged: “Ready for tomorrow?”

I replied: “Yes.”

He replied: “Me too. I have checked my barometer six times.”

This made me feel slightly better.

I went outside. Fresh air would help.

I walked to the corner store. Bought nothing. Walked home.

The walk took 23 minutes. I counted.

Time	Pressure (hPa)	Frequency (Hz)	Mental State
06:00	1017	49.96	Anticipatory
12:00	1016	49.97	Restless
18:00	1016	49.97	Still restless

Tomorrow these columns will have 64 rows instead of 3. The thought is both exciting and exhausting.

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