Saturday. And indeed to bed at eight last night, skipping the tablet (we'd had enough of the tablet earlier that afternoon) and turning the lights out before nine. Which is usually a mistake as you get to sleep too early and you wake up before six. Which I did. Still, not a bad night's rest and so taking our time getting up and then driving to breakfast. We wanted to drive. We knew we were going to drive, even though the head and sky were clear, albeit the morning cold and dark.
A Super Bowl tomorrow. If I had the ambition I'd head over to San Francisco later and take photographs in the Super Bowl 50 area, but I'm no more interested in doing it today than I was yesterday, no way to argue myself into doing it. Maybe walk to the farmers market over by the Grand Lake theater to take a picture or two, except I won't do that either.
Rather a piss poor way to start a day, wouldn't you say?
I was thinking, as I was waking up this morning, that getting ready to make whatever our next big move needs to be doesn't need to be all that terrible a task if I were to break it up into smaller sections. What do I have to get rid of here at the apartment? The books, certainly. The book cases. The old computers and similar stuff. Some of the camera lighting gear I'll never use again. The l.p. records. Maybe the l.p. records. Take them on in sections, break the too large task down into smaller more manageable tasks. A comforting set of thoughts, although I'll put it out of mind soon, make use of the comforting aspects of this thinking, but blow off any preparation steps.
You can only do that for so long.
The sky is clear, it's going to be a warm day, the people at my morning café bought me breakfast this morning (to celebrate the Lunar New Year), so let's take advantage of all of it and head out the door, go somewhere promising, but not too far.
To the bedroom for a nap?
Wrong door, wrong idea, but then again....
Later. A walk over to the lake and then on by the farmers market and the theater (it was approaching noon when The Hateful Eight was due to start) to the ice cream shop on Lakeshore where I had two scoops in a waffle cup. Big spender: they charge an extra dollar for the crunchy waffle cup. Back, but not by the theater (so much for the movie). Home to lie down for a while with the tablet where I soon nodded out and got in an hour's nap. A real nap. Felt better for it.
Which means the reality is you didn't get enough sleep last night.
Which means I had an hour's nap.
Nice day, by the way, warmer than it was yesterday. They're saying this weather will hold for the game tomorrow, although I'm not sure (without cable) if I'll be able to watch. Probably un-American not to be more concerned. We'll know when we start looking for a solution tomorrow that doesn't involve alcohol and a sports bar.
Evening. I keep forgetting they run old Elementary episodes on Channel 36 on the weekends and dialed into today's episode fifteen minutes after it had started. One I hadn't seen before. Ah, well, something to watch. Checked the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes at seven on PBS. It started interestingly enough, one I hadn't seen before, but I was clearly out of gas and so went to bed. Just like that.
Lights out by?
Not long after eight. I have no control over these things, you'd think, unless none of it really matters to me and I'm just using it to have something to write about here. Dear-oh-dear.