
"A weatherman finds himself inexplicably living the same day over and over again."
That about sums up my life for the last 140 days, aside from the weatherman part. I work, I cook, I eat, and I sleep. I know what day it is by which work teleconferences I attend. Every few days I check the mailbox to empty the junk mail, and every few weeks I make a brief trip to the grocery store to stock up on essentials. When the weather is decent I walk around the neighborhood, though it's been above 90°F (32°C) for 28 of the last 30 days. Thus far I've managed to avoid getting anything worse than an upset stomach one night from binging on ice cream.