Monday. And so, once the game was over, we went to bed feeling, well, a little spiffed. Three drinks over a relatively short period has that effect anymore, and so off to bed and to sleep pretty quickly. Up with the sounding of the alarm feeling a little slow, but up and out the door without problem to have breakfast and return, posting yesterday's shortened entry before taking a bath. And then a nap.
Up now at eleven. Sun out beyond the still closed curtains. I should open them, see what's outside, maybe think in terms of getting something to eat since I'd had a light breakfast. Hup! (in other words). Start the day, here in Oakland.
Later. We are no longer thinking that we can consume three drinks in an evening. Tired today in a way I relate to alcohol the night before. Walked to the morning restaurant at noon for lunch, had a turkey sandwich and coffee out on their patio, walked back to the apartment thinking I should just walk across the street and take my construction site pictures, but decided a nap was a much better idea.
And indeed I finally got up and out later, shot the pictures, picked up an ice cream bar and a box of Good & Plenty at the 7-11 look-alike and returned home to finish off the Good & Plenty (the ice cream bar never makes it more than halfway back to the apartment) to take another nap. And that's been the afternoon.
Evening. Tried watching various things on the tablet in bed, didn't find anything I was willing to watch for more than about five minutes, up finally around nine to watch the first part of a Mrs. Marple mystery. I'd seen it before, found it foolish, sort of remembered how it had ended and so went to bed just after ten when the second part of the program started.
A fuzzy day to remind me I no longer drink (very much) alcohol, but in a not bad way that makes me want to avoid these experiences without any real urges to transgress. Test, maybe, but not transgress. No regrets. Except occasionally when we forget and learn the lesson all over again.