On A Friday
Wednesday. A run over to Walnut Creek to Chili's with MRE and MRS to meet MSx after work yesterday, a single rather large beer that I nursed throughout the evening, home by eight, in bed by ten and although I don't really quite remember how much sleep or what quality it might have been, up this morning feeling tired. I don't know. Maybe getting old just has it's downside. I'm hoping retirement in three months will pump a little energy back into this old man. But who knows? Life has its own agenda and sense of humor, who can tell what its mood might be when my name comes up?
Are you up or down or just incoherent?
I am here in Oakland. I am in a good mood in that life goes reasonably well, even given the aching head with all of its punch drunk aspects. I am not on the radar in a company that's going through changes at the moment and I'm thinking whatever happens between now and the end of June, I will survive. Beyond that we'll see, after a couple of months of sleeping in on a beach where the sun always shines with camera and laptop, how it goes from there.
We'll go with incoherent.
I charge extra for incoherent.
Thursday. I walked most of the way back home this afternoon after I missed the bus by a minute and didn't fall down and die. Which is good. Now, having threatened to do this daily, will I do it again tomorrow? No? Because it's Friday and I always drive into work on Friday? How inconvenient, but one does not break with habit, here in Oakland.
Friday. A walk during the lunch hour, a couple of Guinness after work, home now feeling pretty good with a weekend on the way. I took the photograph as I was wondering if I should have one of those swell made while you wait in line sandwiches at the Subway just across the street. He or she watched warily as I approached, wondering what that black thing I was holding was about. Lots of excitement on a Friday, here in Oakland.