Monday. Watched the two episodes of Elementary last night and so to bed an hour later than usual, to sleep soon after, awakening at six-fifteen feeling, well, slow. Overcast, but not raining, and so a walk to breakfast, the walk going well enough, but the morning starting slowly. Slowly. And so an hour long nap when I got home.
I needed to get a follow-up Protime blood thinner test at the lab and so a bus at twelve-thirty, thinking it would take half an hour to take the bus and then walk the mile along Broadway to the lab, which it did. Waited for my turn only to have them say they didn't have an order on file. I explained I'd called the doctor's office on Friday and they said they'd sent them an order, just show up at the lab.
OK, the doctor's office but a short distance away, a walk to get a copy of the order and then back to the lab. The drawing of the blood took all of two minutes, the appointment overall took close to an hour. OK, not the end of the world, a bus to Grand and then a walk home, deciding to pick up an ice cream bar at the 7-11 look-alike on the way.
Didn't we say we were off the ice cream bars for their ocular connection? They can bring on the fireworks some hour or so later?
We did. If they come, the fireworks, we'll be here snug inside and use them to start another nap before awakening to make the resolution again: no more ice cream bars, dipped in chocolate vanilla with almonds.
Why should anyone pay attention to you if you don't pay attention to yourself?.
Now, now. Some might say all this babbling is way too much attention to be paid to oneself. Ourselves. Even riddled, as they are, with exciting episodes of ice cream ocular gymnastics.
Evening. Watched Democracy Now on television (listened to it play in the living room as I sat in front of the computer) and that was it for television. One or two things on the tablet and then lights out. Not a bad day, not a great day, just another day with temperamental sinuses singing an oh so familiar lullaby in the background.