Something Like This
Monday. A long, if uneven night's sleep. Up with the alarm and to breakfast and back well before eight sitting here now wondering if I can fit in another nap. Better than yesterday, I think. Hard to know anymore. Let's hope some focus can be shifted to doing something other than listing a litany of ills that go with a simple, straightforward, suffered by everyone, cold.
And talk about?
Hard to know when it's the only thing that seems to be going on.
Later. An hour's sleep. Good, I guess. Needed it.
A run to the 7-11 look-alike for ice cream (which I gobbled down). My, my. I was hungry and it was the only thing I could think to buy that I could get down. Another two hours of napping and lying around feeling, well, uneven. I have no idea how to describe it other than it's been time I've stayed inside riding whatever it is out. I assume it's riding out, not in, but it's taking its time. And mine.
Later still. They're talking about cloudy-rainy weather today through Thursday, although the day and now the late afternoon has been sunny and rather nice. I'm wondering why all the local weather reports have been so far off recently. At least that's been my impression. Driving in to breakfast they were saying a good chance of rain by late afternoon, the high in the upper fifties. It hasn't been all that warm, but there's been lots of sun, few clouds and no rain. I wonder. Have to wonder about something, I suppose, not good to obsess too much. The state of your god damned health for instance.
I picked up the phone just now, a wrong number, but in answering I croaked like a bullfrog clearing its throat. Since I haven't talked with anyone since early this morning - and I was similarly, but not quite, as afflicted this morning - I'm wondering now what that's about as it's been going on all week. I suspect if I were to talk for a while, put together a couple of paragraphs, it would clear up. But I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure, but I'm not sure it's anything other than not limbering up the pipes as there would otherwise be other signs. Just another afternoon moment of babble, a passing thought, here on the sun drenched, bunny riddled fields somewhere in Oakland.
Evening. An odd day, but better than the last couple, I guess. I hope. Some TV, some DVD and some guitar for the rest of the evening, to bed early as I've done these last several nights. Ten hours last night, anyway, ten hours the night before that not counting several naps. This wouldn't have been an easy cruise without food in the cupboard and a nice warm bed.
Rather obvious, don't you think?
Gives you insight and a little more depth into the lives of some of the people you give money to on the street, what their options are after dark and in the early mornings, before the sun's come up on days when they catch something like this.