Thursday. To bed, to sleep, up with the alarm. Not so bad, lights out before ten, to sleep whenever, not fighting it when the morning arrived. So good. Off to breakfast and back thinking I still needed to have that blood drawn and pick up a refill at the pharmacy. Hmm. Tasks. Work. Maybe a nap to prepare (we said).
Later. Off to take the bus to Broadway, watching the bus arrive in the distance, missing it by a minute. OK. Missed the bus. A walk then two stops down to catch another bus that arrives ten minutes later, catching it and getting off by the Sears store on Broadway. OK. I needed to go by an ATM and there was an ATM nearby (the Broadway ATM), so a walk to the ATM and then a walk on to catch a Broadway bus to the 30th Street stop nearest the location of the lab.
The blood test was a breeze, a bus then downtown to take care of the prescription refill and then catch a returning bus to the apartment. Didn't want to eat lunch downtown during the noon hour, didn't really want to do much other than go home and maybe lie down for a while. An hour. Half an hour. Not tired, just, well, thinking nap.
Later still. A walk to the usual place for lunch: a grilled cheese sandwich, potato salad and lemonade. One fifty-five on the scale this morning, the weight has essentially stabilized, any thoughts I've had of losing another five pounds are now history. The body is comfortable with one fifty-five and best I throw in the towel. Saves all kinds of grief (he said).
Evening. A decent evening as most evenings are decent evenings anymore: laid back, clear headed, not at all jumpy. Nothing on television, but a look at one or two of the Amazon Prime offerings. Nothing one would want to admit to watching, of course, but palatable. Some guitar, not enough, but some. We'll have a little talk with ourself about that tomorrow.
To bed early, I think. Only so much Netflix or Amazon you can watch without the mind closing down.