Tuesday. Lights out before ten, I seem to recall. Certainly no later. Awakening at four minutes after six to turn over and go back to sleep, but remembering at the last minute it might no longer be the middle of the night and so I'd better check the bedside clock. Four minutes after six. Oh. Up to get ready to walk to breakfast, the head and body coming up to speed, early morning speed being a little slower than the norm, and heading out in a decent mood to breakfast.
And all that means?
I was a little slow in starting, but up and out the door relatively rested and ready. I'd say.
The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast with the three papers, taking my time, one of the other early morning diners in the café talking loudly and at length on the phone, an exercise in my continued effort to get my head out of the blame business. No thought to say anything, but wondering, as always, what it was about a one sided conversation that interrupted reading so efficiently where a two sided conversation didn't seem to matter. Background noise, not affecting the reading. Can you train yourself around this?
Anyway, a walk back home taking the usual pictures, a haircut appointment this morning at eleven. I'd gone by an ATM yesterday and so no need to go by the Broadway ATM this morning and then walk on to the City Center. We can take the bus all the way today.
Who's this we?
Thee and me, but we'll hide behind the editorial “we” if needed.
Later. A bus to the City Center to take a couple of pictures of a an inflatable union protest on Broadway. Local unions have done these in the past along Broadway, but it's been quite a while since the last.
My barber was able to take me right in, even though I'd arrived early, and I was clipped and out the door at exactly the right time to catch the bus home. The weather was really nice and comfortable in a long sleeved shirt and I thought of walking, but went with the bus. So much for more morning adventures, feeling up and ready or not.
Evening. Nothing I wanted to watch on television, checked to see if I could find a station or web site broadcasting the president's speech in Arizona without luck, watched the beginning of the Anne of Green Gables two hour piece on PBS and then flaked and went to bed.