Go To Bed
Monday. President's Day. I'd forgotten President's Day. Not sure it matters from my standpoint, although my morning breakfast place may be opening an hour later than usual. Still, a three day weekend. I'd crow about every weekend being a three day weekend now that I'm retired (if it weren't so cheesy) and then I see and hear the financial reports and the unemployment statistics. I've personally added my share to unemployment statistics in past lives and know some of the realities, although mine were in times when I didn't have a mortgage or anyone to support.
You've never had a mortgage or anyone to support.
Hard to gain sympathy when that's been your history. Such is life.
Later. OK, that was written at four in the morning. Don't ask me why I woke up at four in the morning and couldn't get back to sleep because I don't have a clue. Some days you sleep long hours and take long naps and some days you don't. This day may be a don't. The usual breakfast at the usual place (it opened at the usual time), raining like the dickens or what around here is considered the dickens, raining now just before ten as I write. And it is President's Day, my, my. A day to clean up things around the apartment, I think, sitting here considering a nap. I'm into afternoon clean ups in the mornings, morning clean ups in the afternoons, but that's what you get when you're sixty-five going on twelve (without a mortgage and none but a cat to support).
Later afternoon. My goodness, the sun is shining, maybe not for long, but nice. A walk around the Grand Lake theater area to stretch my legs, a walk later down the way to have dim sum at a restaurant on Grand. More than enough energy expended for a day, I would think, maybe watch the news now and go to bed.