A Little Lit
Thursday. Awake before five not able to get back to sleep. Hmm. Have no idea why. Up to futz with yesterday's entry, not that I helped it much, back to lie down for twenty minutes until six rolled around. Feel fine. We'll see how the morning goes, though, can't not sleep forever without payback and a nap.
Off to breakfast on another clear morning, the price of gas dropping another two cents a gallon, a waffle with sliced strawberries and bananas on top, a mixed fruit cup and coffee. Well, there were also two English muffins with butter and jam, kicking out all the stops. Still need to watch the calories though.
Need to continue to work on consolidating the image files, if I'm smart I'll get most of them done by noon.
Well, noon one day soon.
Later. A slow but decent day. A walk over to the construction site to take what pictures I could find, back to process them before heading out to catch the bus downtown, but not getting it together to take the bus downtown. How many times have I taken a bus downtown? Hard to argue for one more, so we worked on the new external hard drive project, moved the necessary files from the DVD backups and attempted a nap. Somewhat tired, but not able to/interested in sleep. Evidently.
Later still. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar and a three shot bottle of Jack Daniels. Not antsy, not upset, feel good, but that's apparently what was wanted as the body walked over to the store and bought the stuff, the brain watching but not putting up a fight. Such is life. Drank the whiskey in bed watching a movie on the tablet.
Evening. Watched the Democracy Now on television that I'd listened to earlier this morning on the radio to hear Art Spiegelman discuss the Charlie Hebdo situation again. Spiegelman was one of the underground cartoonists I knew (not well) in the early seventies who went on later to win the 1992 Pulitzer for his graphic novel Maus.
And then I went to bed still a little lit.