Sunday. I did watch a bunch of stuff on the tablet last night, turning the lights out at a reasonable hour to awaken a minute before the alarm. The biological clock still works. Felt good getting up, the head clear and off to breakfast with the papers in tow on a sunny Sunday morning. Thought about going by the supermarket on the way back, but couldn't think of anything I needed to buy, me-oh-my.
That delivery I'd been waiting on did arrive yesterday afternoon well after five, the bi-monthly Amazon delivery of the various food items I seem to like. One reason not to go by the supermarket this morning as a bunch of stuff had arrived. Makes you realize how much change is coming in things like this in the coming whatever number of years, though. Different routines, different habits and how you handle the routine tasks in this world, including easier ways to destroy a diet.
You do think about that, right? What you eat? How it may be affecting your health? These ocular migraine things and the like?
There's thinking and doing. I'm not sure I do either, anymore, but then I guess that's the nub of the question.
Later. A walk over to the lake and then right back feeling pretty good. Clear headed. Felt the difference since first light and was thinking among other things this photographic funk I've been in lately (funk, dry period, lack of inspiration, whatever) could be turned around if I kept feeling like this. Nothing in the way of pictures on the walk, although I liked the smiles on the faces of this couple. I started looking for and framing shapes, the juxtaposition of shapes. Will do more of this, maybe even do a self portrait later. How long has it been since I've done anything like that?
Naturally, with all this energy, I decided to lie down on the bed and finish an episode or two of the various television series I've been watching on the tablet. Made sense. It did. Up now at two in the afternoon, still feeling pretty good. Maybe another walk to continue looking for shapes. A bit vague, “looking for shapes”. Actually not. A good sign. Shapes are everywhere, very useful when it's winter and there are few if any street festivals or parades.
Evening. More watching this and that on the tablet, more surfing the web, no guitar yet, but there's still evening left. Nothing on television on Sunday nights (at least on the kind of television I've allowed myself, I've never had cable) and so, I suspect, to bed. No “selfies” after thinking about doing one earlier. Too little energy to put a session together, we'll think about doing it tomorrow or as in “pretty soon”.