Thursday. Lights out before ten to then awaken at six-fifteen, sleeping straight through the night for the first time in a long time. So a good night's sleep, you'd think. I'd think.
Overcast this morning, but comfortably cool outside, cooler than the apartment, so off to breakfast leaving the windows and balcony door wide open to bring the temperature down and prepare for later in the afternoon under a less forgiving sun.
The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast feeling pretty good. Nothing too far out of the ordinary good, but leaving us with thoughts of a good day ahead.
You don't want to jinx it.
I'm not sure I'm into jinxing, one way or another. I suspect I say these things more as filler than information. And, of course I suspect I should stop this, not as a jinx, but more to cut the gibberish.
The walk home under the overcast sky, the same set of pictures, only darker with the low light and maybe my not working them enough in Lightroom and Photoshop.
Later. OK, a decent day spent in the usual way: processing photographs, reading my usual news web sites, listening to the afternoon news on television and watching Trapped, an Icelandic series on the tablet.
What struck me today is the amount of coffee the Trapped characters drink through morning, noon and night. Reminded me of how much coffee the Icelandic members of my family drank when I was growing up in Seattle's Scandinavian district of Ballard. Folgers and Hills Brothers, I seem to recall. Drink coffee after dark? All the time with nary a thought.
Evening. Watched Democracy Now!, went back to the tablet and watched more Trapped. There was finally a bit of sun out there in the later afternoon, but this day was still essentially humid and warm.
Up to briefly watch Charlie Rose and the discussion of Trump's phone calls with the leaders of Mexico and Australia published this morning in the Washington Post that managed to catch me flatfooted with the news. Not easy to do anymore, Trump managing to catch me flatfooted, but he did.