Then To Bed
Monday. To bed early enough to read a piece on Fukushima in the latest issue of Harpers, lights out about ten and a choppy night's sleep awakening more than once. Still, awoke at six, again without the alarm to head off to breakfast and back on another clear morning, the sun now shining through the curtained balcony glass door. A good start to a day, although I suspect a nap will be in order before it can finally get off the ground.
Later. And a nap, not a long nap, less than an hour, but needed none the less. Up to walk over to the ATM on Lakeshore. Hungry, but no desire to eat anything I could think to eat including ice cream at the much visited ice cream shop. Sat for maybe ten minutes at the white column pergola by the lake snapping a set of pictures from a distance. A problem with focus, probably the lens (and the photographer). Fumbling like a beginner. We're all beginners.
Back to then to continue taking it easy, watch a movie on the tablet in bed, let the day amble along as it will.
Later still. Some time on the tablet, a walk to the 7-11 look-alike for Doritos and bean dip (necessary every now and then), back to watch Democracy Now and then later, maybe, Death In Paradise. Pretty exciting stuff to wind up a long weekend, but then we live across the bay from the End Of The Rainbow where all things can happen.
Evening. Another Death In Paradise I've seen before, perhaps more than once, don't need to see it again. They all have the same structure, the episodes ending with the same gathering of suspects, the detective going through the clues and pointing out the culprit at the end. Anyway, didn't need to watch it this evening or on any other future evening I might imagine.
A Father Brown following at eight. We'll skip the good father and see who Charlie Rose is interviewing instead. Sometimes he comes up with someone interesting, not often, but sometimes.
And then to bed.