Monday. To bed late again, staying up to watch another chapter or two of that Korean soap I discovered on Netflix. I suspect some kind of degenerative process has set in leading to, well, Korean soaps set in the Joseon Period. Be nice if there were a cure, be nice if I had the gumption to look for one.
Still, up without particular effort at the alarm to head off to breakfast on a dark but soon to be sunny morning, a day of catching up on my guitar practice. Some changes happening slowly with the guitar, I'm seeing flickers of light at the end of the tunnel.
Well, not actual light, but hints of light. Listening to music now and again, driven there by lack of content on television, perhaps, but listening all the same. Nothing radical, but progress of sorts (grasping at straws). You do practice guitar to be able to play music, do you not? Do I not? Fella?
So, we'll see how this day unfolds.
Later. First a nap. A good long nap to catch up on last night which when done left me feeling pretty good. I must admit. If the days are to go this way - to bed late, up early, but with a late morning nap - well, we can probably wrap our head around that.
A walk to the morning café for a late lunch. Hungry after the plain waffle with fruit and coffee for breakfast this morning and so a cheeseburger with Swiss cheese (avoiding cheddar), ice cream and coffee.
Walking back I took a couple of pictures of the lake in the mid-afternoon sun, the tide out, two birds feeding on the exposed and almost exposed lake bottom. Home now to tune the guitar and see what we can accomplish between now and tomorrow.
Evening. Not much on television until Scott & Bailey at nine. There's a Poirot at eight, but I'm no longer able to watch the inimitable detective strut about in tie and tails. No more tie and tails/tales. The product of this degenerative phase, I'm sure, nothing to do about it.
At least at nine I'll have gotten in all the guitar playing in I can manage for the day. Not as much as what might have been done, but it's been a slow guitar week. Fortunately the lesson isn't one of the more difficult to play.
How many times have you said that and then had it turn out not to have been true?
As many as it takes, for heaven's sake.