The New Us
Thursday. Lights out at a decent hour to then sleep straight through until morning. Been a while since I haven't awakened once or twice during the night, but it was straight through until six-thirty, just like that. Cold morning, clear sky, a walk to breakfast, but a reasonable walk to breakfast without any mumbling. I was expecting more of a tussle. We're starting the day in a better mood than our expectations. Maybe we need to work on our expectations.
Nothing on the plate. A haircut scheduled for tomorrow. Should do the laundry, but we'll put that off until Tuesday when we're closer to running out of jockey shorts. One does not want to run out of jockey shorts. At that point laundry becomes amenable.
Later. Sunny and, with an intermittent breeze, quite cold. I was thinking a walk to the 7-11 look-alike for peanuts and maybe a box of Good & Plenty, but decided to head in the other direction for a bagel with cream cheese and coffee at the café near the fitness center. Why a bagel with cream cheese I can't say, other than I figured I'd be able to get it down. Not comfortable yet with this “ I ate it because I could get it down” business of these last several years.
No pictures, just the bagel, the coffee and then home. We keep chipping away pieces of our day, eliminating things we've done in the past and then not adding others to take their place. The trips farther afield around the area to take pictures are now history. How many times can you walk by the same lake without going stale? As the local rental market continues to go off the deep end you would think you'd want to prepare for the day the landlord finds a way to jack it up and kick us out the door . Start preparing just in case, if you were smart.
Later still. There' a Clinton - Sanders debate at six and so we'll watch. The news media are still flailing, trying to fit Sanders into a recognizable political pigeon hole and reading them in these attempts becomes more and more difficult. It's followed by a Foyle's War at eight, maybe it will turn out to be one we haven't seen before and the evening will end itself on an upbeat note. Not that the debate will get me down, you understand. We're just, well, tired with nine long months to go before the election.
Maybe just stop right here while you're not too far behind?
Evening. An hour with the debate was enough. I can't imagine what it's like to run for office, let alone for the Presidency. I assume you need to be wired together from a very early age to develop the bullet proof skin needed to survive. Then again, to reach the very top of any endeavor requires similar commitment, whether it be in the arts, business or public service realms, does it not? That and luck. Then again, maybe it's not unlike becoming a surgeon when you're horrified by the idea of rooting around in somebody's body parts.
You watched Code Black this morning on the tablet. Body parts?
It does get right into the blood and body parts business. Politics and body parts? Maybe we do need a rest.
I hadn't seen tonight's Foyle's War and it did start well, but it got to be nine o'clock and “time for bed?” began dominating our thoughts. Bed at nine? Lights out by ten? Well, yes. Pictures, politics and body parts: the new me, the new us.