Wednesday. Lights out early enough, but awakening finally at six-thirty to get up, skip shaving and head out walking to breakfast on another clear skies, reasonably warm, morning and arrive at the restaurant before seven to find it open and underway. Hey.
The French toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast to finish up at a quarter to nine and set out for home under what was now a bright sun. A couple of other than usual pictures on the way, the usual flower(s) below the Lakeside school, a bicycle rider under the 580 overpass and selfie in the apartment house lobby. The usual morning having played itself out (so far) fairly well.
Nothing on the schedule for the day other than to file the tax return. It's been sitting here almost done now for a month, but I've gotten more skilled in thinking up ways of putting it off. No problem with payments or returns and such, just well nourished procrastination.
Later. A walk to the Lakeshore ATM and then back to the café near the fitness center to have an ice cream sandwich and coffee at an inside table by a window. A good walk.
Evening. More television news interspersed with time lying on the bed with the tablet wading through a Spanish detective series populated by many characters who might have done the evil deeds and designed to keep you guessing. No thought earlier to go out again, the head reasonably clear, the sinus-palate business bobbing up and down, any ambition to write here gone by mid-afternoon. When I first started this thing twenty years ago I'd write after work and post later the same evening. Things changed.
Sounds like you're giving up without giving up, kind of like taking the same pictures over and over, similar to the pictures you take as you walk home from breakfast.
A bit tired right now, but maybe we'll come up with something tomorrow in the morning to properly rationalize it.
This is being written tomorrow morning.