Tuesday. Lights out after nine to awaken then at ten after six, so another “good” night's sleep, although we worked unsuccessfully at a nap after returning from breakfast. The ongoing battle, I guess.
Not raining and a decent enough walk to breakfast in the dark to have the corned beef hash, country potatoes and eggs over medium along with the fruit cup and coffee. A larger breakfast than usual. Hungry, I guess, the weight holding at one-fifty. Oddly enough starting to get hungry again, though, now that I'm home.
The usual pictures walking back to the apartment. Can't think of a single reason why I should be taking these, a better photographer would at least try something different, but we're in our own little world on this, probably best not to mention it.
Edited and posted yesterday's entry to then lie down for an hour listening to the radio, the left rib still aching now for over a week. Feels better, the hip and the leg are pretty much healed, but I'm guessing there's no way to sleep at night without bugging the rib, although it too is making progress, just more slowly. I hope. New territory to consider and learn, this moving into your seventies.
The sun is out after ten, out and shining for the entire next week from what the weather people are saying. Let's see if we do something more than sit here thinking odd thoughts in front of the television set and maybe go out and at a minimum take a couple of pictures.
Later. The nose does run when the temperature changes through eating something, warm or cold, through leaving or entering a warm room from a colder outdoors. This has been the case now for years, something to do with the surgeon getting up in the nose with a scalpel so many years ago, but it doesn't seem to be getting better.
Finally put on a coat and walked out the door to the lake and on to the Lakeshore ATM, a good excuse to get outside and maybe get something to eat. Passed by a small group of men who looked older than I scooping crap out of the lake after the rain. They looked older than I, my thought being older or not, they're out doing stuff I'm not sure I'd be up to doing in my current “condition”. Ah, well. Something I'd otherwise consider.
I did get two scoops of ice cream walking back, tasted good, felt better for it, then went to lie down on the bed when I got home. I'd been thinking of taking a dose of the pain meds for most of the day, wondering if it wouldn't at least knock back the sinuses and so got up and took a dose and a half that's been digesting now for the last hour. Is it kicking in? I think so. A bit. Again, hard to say with the stuff.
Bright sun out there, warm, no need to turn on the heat, no need to wear a sweater. Chalk one up on the right side of the board. Warm is good.
Later still. A very brief wave of ocular like symptoms, something I was thinking about after the corned beef hash this morning. It's on the list of stuff that will bring them on. Still, nothing too over the top, a lie down on the bed for thirty minutes and now better, the pain meds now doing their thing on the sinuses and so the day is turning toward the better. Still, it's after four in the afternoon, too long to have to wait for a day to turn around.
There are times with your babbling when I don't think you have a clue.
In this world who do?
Evening. Finished a French series on the tablet that I'd started well over a month ago. Interesting and different, but the main detective character was for me thoroughly unsympathetic. Well, a great deal less than sympathetic. Another defective crime fighter, it's not just the various incarnations of Holmes who've gone over to the dark side of the line. But I did eventually watch all ten chapters. Eventually.
More of the ocular like symptoms I mentioned earlier and so to bed early. We'll continue to blame it on the cured meat corned beef and see if it doesn't, at least, allow us to get right to sleep.