You Left Off
Tuesday. Probably a good night's sleep as I don't remember most of it. I did skip Charlie Rose, although his interview with David Axelrod might have tempted me in other circumstances, and went to bed to finish up watching something on the tablet before turning out the lights. Up with the alarm and off to breakfast on an overcast morning, not a sliver of sun, although they're saying it will clear up later and we'll see more high temperatures.
A haircut scheduled for ten this morning. I'm due. It will get me out the door at least, no rationalizations or trickery required, which means we're still treading water around here. You can only tread water for so long before you sink or swim. He said.
Later. A foggy grey overcast day now persists into the early afternoon. A walk down the hill taking a picture of the construction site on the way to the bus stop to head downtown for the haircut. Feels better, the haircut. The scheduled bus home didn't arrive and so the free bus to Grand to walk the rest of the way home by the lake. The coots and the two Mallards seem to like the green stuff that comes out of an underground stream, but I really wouldn't want to go any closer than I needed to in taking the picture.
A walk in to the construction site to catch up on the photographs. Overcast day, not much to see, but such I guess is the nature of a project like this. When you're lazy and don't get out with the camera at different times of the day more often. No complaints, just mentioning.
Same sort of a day as all of these last many days, no ambition to do this or that, particularly with foggy (and cool) weather, so we'll let it roll where it goes. Within reason. At least the hair is now under control for the while.
Later still. And so we glide through another afternoon. Still overcast, quite grey, no way we'll see any sun. They're saying “partly cloudy” for the rest of the week with similar temperatures listed, although today was both colder with no “partly” about it. Let's hope they're right about tomorrow and the days to follow.
Evening. To bed early, this evening. Nothing on television (Tuesdays and Wednesdays are hopeless) and so to watch whatever on the tablet and hope the brain is still conscious enough to turn the lights out at a decent hour. One thing about watching something on a tablet: you can always stop and then start again whenever you like where you left off.