Wednesday. These last three or so days have been pretty good, the attitude better and today I think I feel better still, the only downside staying up late again last night (for no good reason) and discovering this morning more odd/dumb/senior moment mistakes made in the journal. Not so many as to really worry, just, you know, errors. Odd errors where the brain wasn't watching.
Up quite easily with the alarm, they're saying a high of seventy-five degrees later, although it's overcast, the kind of high overcast that usually breaks up by afternoon. I say that without having a clue if it's true, but it sounds good after reading this morning's weather report.
If you were writing this with the idea anyone might read it you'd flush all this and start over.
I loathe to interrupt what I'm interpreting as a “good mood” and somehow derail our guitar lesson later this morning.
Later. Well, OK, I'd say a pretty good late morning and afternoon. A comfortable bus ride to the guitar lesson in a long sleeved shirt under a bright sun, getting off at Latham Square to wait another ten minutes before walking up Broadway to the 11:30 lesson. A good lesson, although I believe I screwed it up for reasons unnecessary to relate. I'm up for what is now this coming week's practice, though. So good. If it lasts.
The apartment construction site was in full swing when I left for the lesson, so a walk over to take pictures when I got back. I need to think of ways to break loose from the limitations of shooting from the one or two available locations outside the fence, so we'll muddle with that. How to document this thing without the pictures putting people to sleep?
A conveniently arriving bus to the morning café when I'd finished taking pictures, a turkey and Swiss cheese sandwich and lemonade for lunch, a slower than usual walk then back to the apartment feeling tired. Sore muscle tired, not fuzzy headed tired. Actually, the day has gone as well as hoped and I feel good. Sore muscle tired is nothing to be upset about.
Evening. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike for a bag of chipotle peanuts and two bottles of Corona for dinner. A good day right into the evening, let's see if we can break it. That was one of the thoughts as I walked, but the day has gone very well with a clearer head and so let's see if two bottles of beer and a bag of peanuts can break it. I must be longing for an earlier existence where such things were done without much more than a thought.
They did say these ocular things usually only last for a couple of years when they come to you later in life. It's been at least three and they seem to be leaving.
I keep repeating that.
More House episodes, still plowing through the first season, nothing on television. To bed early to watch them on the tablet.