Sunday. Another lights out at a decent hour, but taking forever to go to sleep evening. Awake without an alarm on a Sunday morning - no need for an alarm on a Sunday morning - deciding to get right up both because we were pretty much wide awake and we didn't want to arrive at breakfast late. Sometimes the place fills up quickly on a Sunday morning and I don't like to be sitting there with the newspapers all spread out for almost two hours hogging one of their larger tables.
Or something like that.
Or something like that.
Back home on another sunny morning to futz with yesterday's entry before giving up in disgust and lying down for an hour before getting up again and taking another shot at the entry before posting. The fuzzy head does not lead to other than fuzzy headed writing.
That and maybe a lack of ambition? Energy? Ideas?
Oh, all of the above and others. We're in no mood to prevaricate.
Later. An attempt at lying down, seeing if I could bring off a nap, the body showing no interest evidently in sleep, up to watch more episodes of Grey's Anatomy sitting at the computer. For a show I swore off last night, I seem to have warmed to it enough in the interim to spend these last hours watching. We'll leave it at that.
The upside, of course, is I feel reasonably good. Not antsy, not bored, not whatever it is that requires a long argument before I'm willing to head out the door and go somewhere or, more accurately, anywhere more than a short bus ride or walk in a well worn direction.
Later still. A walk over to the 7-11 look-alike in the late afternoon sun to buy an ice cream bar and eat it on the way back to the apartment, putting off a thought to also pick up one of the small three shot bottles of Jack Daniels. The head was a bit wobbly while walking on what I'm calling a reasonably clear headed day. I didn't figure there was much downside in the whiskey idea, but nothing really driving me to it either. Let it rest, a brief flash from our past.
The sun now setting on a Sunday while watching episodes of whatever on the tablet and on the computer. Easy enough, lazy enough, maybe the way to end what has been for many a four day weekend right before another four day holiday weekend. Not for everyone, but enough to set the overall tone and feeling of these last four days, might as well go along with it.
Evening. Forgot I've been called up for jury duty tomorrow, remembered around six and so went to the court web site that announced no one was required to appear at nine in the morning, but we need to check in between eleven and noon to see if any of the groups will be called for the afternoon. I've been through this many times before and haven't been called more than once or twice, so let's hope tomorrow is another no need to show. If not we'll go and do as directed. No complaints, although my now repaired lens is due to arrive from Nikon tomorrow.
I'd forgotten about that.
Given what it cost to have fixed I haven't.
More tablet and television along with some guitar. Not enough guitar. I've realized my slow progress on the guitar has more to do with my habit of not playing along with the recorded songs as I practice, not listening to the music with or without a guitar as I once did. I'll take a shot at changing that, play with the music, make what are now exercises into something more like music. That was the idea, after all. Was it not? The music?