Before Santa Claus
Tuesday. Not a bad day yesterday, but more a get the haircut and then finish out the remaining hours on cruise control day, getting to bed and to sleep at a decent hour, awakening (not having set the alarm) at seven-thirty. Feeling well rested having gone to breakfast and back and contemplating how the day has started. You know: heavy thinking on an early morning here in Oakland after breakfast.
Christmas Eve, nothing on the schedule (other than our guitar lesson coming up in the afternoon), so we'll get in a practice session to make up for yesterday (starting now so we actually have a chance of following through) and then maybe a walk or something. If I sound both blasé and tentative, well, I am.
When are you not?
It is Christmas Eve. We can cut ourselves a little slack.
Later. And a nap. We can cut ourselves a nap. And cancel (at the last minute) our lesson. Not good, not bad. I suspect my teacher can put the time to good use if I was his last student for the afternoon.
And yes, a walk to the morning café for a cookie and a lemonade out at a table in the sun. Warm this day, a nice walk. The head perhaps a little distracted, but a nice walk.
Some music on the turntable. Yes, we still have a turntable and a large number of those thin flat pancakes that came in colorful sleeves. Time for a little reminiscing on another Christmas Eve.
Evening. I finished the last two episodes of a long Korean set in ancient times soap this evening. I'm thinking what am I doing if I'm spending this much time watching stuff like this? Twenty-four episodes, one hour each? I obviously have no answer.
Otherwise nothing on TV. We'll blow out the votive candles (a set of which I tend to light in the evenings more often than not) and get to bed before Santa Claus arrives.