Out Of Gas
Friday. At least you fall asleep quickly when it's lights out at eleven, at least that was the thought before awakening at quarter past six. Too early for a full night's rest, you'd think. I thought, anyway, when that became the fact. Still, wide awake at a quarter past six, not tired, the mood good, raining, but not all that hard while driving to breakfast. Home to finish yesterday's entry, start today's undying prose and then lie down to finish reading this week's New Yorker. Wide awake, however much sleep last night, no chance for a nap.
Later. Out the door when the rain looked as if it were taking a break, heading to the seven-eleven look-alike for an ice cream bar, bringing a plastic bag along in the back pocket for the camera just in case. A walk back by the apartment house construction site to document the now missing fence and canvas cover that had been blocking access to the sidewalk, the construction evidently much closer to completion with “retail space for lease” signs now evident.
Thinking this was going to be it for the day, I stretched it out and walked on to the café by the fitness club for coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. Thought about that - a chocolate covered vanilla bar at the look-alike followed right after by cheese, creamed or otherwise - both of them on the foods “to be avoided” list. Still, we've eaten these in the past and gotten away with it. Nothing else eaten today that might add to the problem if a problem should develop and we've not had an ocular migraine in some time.
Later still. More time in bed with the tablet without finding anything I wanted to stay with for more than ten minutes, getting up to listen to the usual television news programs from two until four while futzing with the pictures taken earlier. Whatever else might be said, this routine does seem to keep me amused.
Evening. A New Tricks I haven't seen before. Most of the original actors at this later stage of the series have been replaced. I still watched it with interest, although, with the English accents, I wasn't always able to understand exactly what was taking place. A plus?
It was followed at eight by a Detective Gently, one that's almost always bugged my tender sensibilities in the past, this one holding my attention as the story line was a little different and the one character that's always annoyed me seems to have changed. Or maybe I've changed.
More likely it's now past your bedtime and you've run out of gas.