Sunday. To bed and lights out not long after seven, up once briefly during the night to awaken and get up at six forty-five. How many hours of sleep is that? A bunch. A good sign.
Let's not temp the Fates.
We are mum.
A drive to the morning café to read the papers for two hours over breakfast, back now having finished and posted yesterday's entry, the day overcast and the week coming up forecast to be cloudy, but rain free. I'm thinking there may well be more than a little sun filtering through the clouds this coming week and so this end of the month looks to be just right. (Good soft light for pictures.)
Need to go by an ATM later and so that should take care of the day's walking after yesterday's plea to get in more exercise. If we're serious. If we be.
Later. Walked to the ATM on Lakeshore, stopping by the ice cream shop for two scoops in a cup. Hungry, but not able to talk myself into eating anything other than the ice cream. A stop at the bagel shop, but then ducking out and walking on without ordering. Tired. And maybe a little cranky.
Home and a nap, managing to sleep for an hour of the two hours spent lying on the bed while listening to the radio fade in and out. So whatever sleep we got last night seems not to have been enough and all the running around at the Bernie Sanders march did indeed take a toll.
Missed watching the Denver and New England playoff, turning the television on to see the last twelve minutes (an exciting last twelve minutes) of the game, the head now seemingly coming together, the Cardinals and Panthers up next. Odd, though. We've had a reasonably decent morning and then later afternoon going into an evening this day, but the middle late morning, early afternoon, needs to be written off and forgotten. Not for the first time.
Later still. More work with the Bernie Sanders march photographs. I may be able to put together a section if I'm clever and bend one or two rules about using only reasonably good pictures. But it won't be done until tomorrow and I may regain my senses after a night's sleep.
Evening. Nothing on television. I've been having trouble lately receiving two of the few channels I'm able get through the rabbit ears and the one or two programs I might have watched weren't worth the effort. No thoughts about cable. Old and stubborn. There's a reason for these clichés. People like me.
To bed early last night for a long night's sleep. I'm thinking of going to bed now even earlier tonight, try for another record.