Right About Now
Wednesday. To bed last night at a decent hour, yes, but then reading a book I'd downloaded onto the Kindle that evening (I do download books to the Kindle, now and again, although I don't read them any more reliably than I read their real world siblings). I didn't get to sleep until after eleven. Awoke one minute before the alarm was due to go off, headed out the door to breakfast and back on this overcast morning and returned to crash for another hour's sleep. Just like that. We need our sleep. We do. More so than in the past.
What the hell. Nothing on the list other than to be sure to practice the guitar. No rain out there, although overcast, so we can get in our walk. A message on the phone yesterday from the pharmacy saying a prescription refill was ready, not sure which one, so I'll go by this morning and check. Easy to do and an excuse to get out. Always useful, these little excuses, saves more psychic energy than I care to admit in time spent trying to decide.
They were saying in the paper the rains we've been having are probably on their last legs after Thursday - something about El Niño and La Niña switching places - so we should have good weather now for the rest of the spring and summer. No rain to bitch about. Kills half my repertoire. Still, the urge for photographs remains, we'll make due, in the sun, here in the Oakland summer (starting Friday).
Later. Oh, dear. B&H says that camera I ordered over three months ago is in stock and has been sent to their warehouse for shipping. As does the appearance of a big hit on my credit card. Do I wish I'd paid for faster shipping? Maybe best not to ask that question. Arrival Monday now if it goes out today? Have I made a mistake in getting the thing? We'll know, but not until I've had a chance to take it out and shoot it. And put together a proper rationalization for the purchase.
Overcast and a bit muggy. A bus ride downtown to check the prescription, found they'd put together a thirty day supply instead of a ninety day supply, and so I told them I'd call the doctor and come back later when they got the call from the doctor's office. I'm not out yet, but they're not something (the blood pressure stuff) you really want to have run out. I'm not sure what it would do to your system, skipping a few days, but at this age we don't want to find out. All those youngsters you notice in the obits, you understand. Hup.
A bus then back to the morning restaurant to have ice cream and coffee, my waitress bringing me a cupcake-cream cheese thing and some pieces of watermelon to go with it. Nice of her, but I don't think more cupcakes filled with cream cheese are necessarily a good move (those obits again), given what's already going on with my diet. My diet. Smile at the nice lady, laddie. You're on your own recognizance.
Later still. Funky. Funky. Funky. This later afternoon. Yes it's been. Otherwise, OK. I'm blaming it on that cupcake. Couldn't have been the banana ice cream, it was much too good. I like the cupcake with the cream cheese much less, we'll leave it at that. Hungry, though, now that's it's dinner time. Looked through the cupboard and found a couple of microwavable entrees I'd forgotten I'd picked up at the supermarket, we'll see how one of those affects the stomach and the head and the attitude. Yes we will. Probably right about now.