Conditional Reality

Woke up at eight forty-five ayem. Tossed back the quilt cover. Got out of bed. Went downstairs. Drained bladder. Washed hands with a round cake of oatmeal soap. Dried hands on towel hung on a metal rack. Went into kitchen. Filled a green glass with water from the tap. Drank it. Pulled back the curtains in the kitchen window. Noted that it was a sunny day. Listened to the fridge humming. Went upstairs to check e-mail. Nothing of interest. Skimmed an article by an anthropologist who says blogs will be a treasure trove of information for researchers. Began this post.