Wednesday. To bed early. Tired. To sleep soon enough to awaken at six-thirty after a longer than usual night's rest. Good. Got up, got ready to head out the door and took a dose of the pain meds at the last minute just as I was leaving. Sleeping with my head on the pillow sometimes puts pressure on the sinus area and they will ache more than I'd like when I awaken. Doesn't last long, but this morning I wanted to be sure the sinuses were quiet over breakfast. Which they were and which they may have been with or without taking the meds.
Anyway, heading out later than usual this morning meant it was lighter, this shortest day of the year, and no one, tent person included, was found sleeping on the sidewalk. Had the plain waffle with sliced strawberries and bananas for breakfast, took my time over the papers and then headed home in good spirits. Another picture to add to the flower pile. We may take a good one yet.
Nothing on the schedule for the day, but the sun is shining (they're saying rain on Friday, we seem to be on schedule for a decent amount of rain this month) and so, feeling as I do (really well and a bit hyped), we'll undoubtedly go somewhere with a camera. When's the last time I've gone downtown?
Later. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike to see if they'd gotten in any Good & Plenty, more to get me out for a walk than for any candy. Setting out along Grand I heard the sound of motorcycles winding up nearby and turned, taking three very fast photographs. Interesting to see neither one of them was wearing a helmet. Still, really fast focus caught the pictures, even though the cropping is far from the best.
No Good & Plenty at the look-alike, although it looked as if the distributor had left off some plastic containers filled with candy for restocking, so maybe we'll see some tomorrow. Again, I set out to get out, not upset over not finding it.
Walked around the corner and down to the lake to take a couple of pictures on the way back to the apartment. The ongoing “yes I'm hungry, but can't think of anything I'm willing to eat” kept me from walking on farther by talking myself into getting lunch.
Later still. Warm today. I was a bit shocked when I checked the temperature on the balcony before setting out for the walk. A high of sixty-seven degrees they're saying. Really. A (nice) shock.
Haven't hung any of the promised pictures. I'd been talking about putting up framed prints in place of the taped to the wall prints I'd taken down in the computer area. Thought about it. Maybe tomorrow?
Evening. Some Democracy Now!, some time with the tablet, back to check out Charlie Rose and then back to bed. I avoided television for most of my life and spent the time reading instead. Now it's newspapers, magazines and web news sites, but no books, a not small change in our reality. Similarly listening to music. I don't really do it. Can you just tell yourself to sit down (lie down) and read and have it take hold? Does “you can't go home again” apply to books?