With The Alarm
Wednesday. Clear headed enough, felt good again last night after the ocular incident had passed and so lights out before ten. Still, an uneven sleep, the same old glance at the clock as it marked later and later hours, awakening an hour before the alarm to finally just get up and prepare to set out for breakfast. Don't seem to be tired after an uneven night, but up and out the door whatever the sleep.
The usual breakfast, crossing the street as I was leaving to photograph the drop in gas prices at the station across from the café, home to struggle with yesterday's entry. Found lots of obvious errors, even though I thought I'd caught them all yesterday. Makes you wonder what you were thinking, if you were thinking, if you were even awake.
And then another ocular incident, just like that, just like the one that arrived yesterday afternoon. To bed for an hour to allow it to pass, half listening to Democracy Now as it droned on in the background. I'll listen to it again later on television this evening as my recollection of the thing is as scrambled right now as the eggs I had for breakfast.
You had eggs over easy for breakfast.
You begin to see the problem.
And so the morning has passed. Over to the construction site to take pictures, the framing still progressing quickly, the lumber continues to be unloaded pallet after pallet from the delivery trucks. Not sure their progress over time is clear from the photographs, but then that's been the case from the beginning. I still take the pictures and bitch.
Later. A walk to the morning café for a grilled cheese sandwich and a lemonade at an outside table, a walk then back to the apartment. The sinuses active, but not overly active. Once home, another attempt at a nap without falling asleep. OK, started a movie on the tablet before giving up and watching the PBS News Hour in the living room at four. A dose of the pain meds to ease us into the evening. I did the same thing yesterday just before that ocular episode arrived.
Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed. We'll see if we can get to sleep after not getting much sleep last night. At least I'm assuming I didn't, remembering looking over at the clock and seeing it creep toward morning. Why do I say that? I drift off fitfully, no doubt about that, just not sure why feeling tired doesn't always arrive with the alarm.