Friday. Lights out at ten to awaken not long after six. Close enough by our lights and so up and out the door to breakfast on another clear morning, the long sleeve shirt and light jacket just enough to keep us warm (close to warm) on the way, more than enough to keep us warm under a bright sun on the way home. Good. Have no idea what I'm going to do today, but a decent start.
Later. Decided to lie down for a while, see if I could watch something on the tablet. Couldn't and so an attempt at a nap, managing a nice floating in a haze hour or so with the radio turned down low in the background. Not a way to start a Friday, one might say, but I won't say that today.
A walk to the 7-11 look-alike thinking ice cream bar, but settled on a package of Chipotle peanuts. Thought about a chicken sandwich at the drive-in, thought about the ice cream bar, but settled on peanuts. Nuts to decide on nuts? Not worth the question. One fifty-one this morning on the scale. It keeps creeping lower.
I know, I know. Other than not being sure how low I can go without causing problems, I'm not really paying attention. Other than now and again when I write something here.
A walk then to the lake to site for a while (and eat peanuts), the day nice, the sun bright, lots of people out for a walk on a work day. The usual small group sitting by the white column pergola with the blues playing fairly loud on a boom box. Nice guitar. Sat and listened longer than I would have otherwise.
Home to do what? Listen to the news? Another nap? Listen to the news while lying on the bed, let the nap tell me if it wants to move to the front?
No need to write if you don't have anything to say.
That's a problem here that's obviously not going to go away. Today.
Later still. A slow afternoon spent watching a couple of TV series I'm not familiar with on the tablet. Skipped listening to The News Hour at three. Ah, well. The Cherry Blossom Festival in Japantown to photograph tomorrow, the start of the Cherry Blossom Festival Parade to photograph at the San Francisco City Hall on Sunday. I must be saving up strength for the two outings with the bed and the tablet.
Be interesting to see how you do after two days shooting.
All these many days of walking the lake have me ready to rumble. Would have, anyway, if I'd actually done the walking I'd threatened.
Evening. Democracy Now at five-thirty and then New Tricks at seven, what turns out to have been the last episode of both the New Tricks season and series. Had I seen it before? I'm not sure. Vague memories seemed to reside somewhere inside, but I suspect I hadn't. A little disconcerting, but I suspect I haven't seen it before, just distracting memories of being unable to make out the dialogue on other episodes. Hmm.
I'd seen the Detective George Gently that followed at eight, didn't remember how it had ended, but bailed on the spot. Watched the beginning of Charlie Rose on the current political scene, didn't hear anything I haven't heard before and so gave up and headed to the bedroom to pick up on The Ambassador on the tablet. A BBC British series, new to me, but I find I'm quite liking it.