Through The Fog
Tuesday. I'd forgotten I'd spaced out and missed Elementary Thursday night, so went to the CBS site and watched it online. I'm ambivalent about the series, find the number of interrupting ads horrendous, but still managed to watch it through. I do like Ms. Liu, like the character, although the plots are, well, less satisfactory in the facile way they're constructed. Still, I watch. I do. Something about it.
Anyway, to bed at a decent hour, up with the alarm to head for breakfast and then on to the gas station to fill the tank. Twelve gallons for fifty bucks. It was still well before eight, so on again to the supermarket to replenish necessary items, the tasks of the day now complete. Except for that article I still need to write. I do remember awakening late last night to turn on the light and scribble down a new lede that may have set me in the right direction, so maybe I'm now ready to get it finished. We'll know soon enough.
Later. The laundry is done. Always good. A walk down to the usual café for lunch, a grilled Swiss cheese sandwich (skipping the ocular promoting cheddars of any kind), ice cream and lemonade. Not bad. A walk back to the apartment to sit down and continue with that article I've been talking about for these last two months. Hup.
Later still. Where did the afternoon go?
Evening. Another Maigret I've seen before but had no idea who'd done it until the end. Odd. Again, they've been running these repeated episodes fairly close to one another, so I'd seen this one not all that long ago, maybe more than once, but I had no idea where it was going until it delivered the ending. Ah, well. A mild hiccup in the scheme of things and it does allow me to watch them with a somewhat keener interest I guess.
Beyond that, nothing on television. Some time on the guitar and a decent rewritten beginning to that article. For all my complaining and lack of motivation there does seem to be glacial progress. So onward, as Oat Willie once so cogently remarked, through the fog.