Wednesday. With the ocular thing throwing us off, went to bed last night just after eight and fell right to sleep, awakening this morning at five-thirty. The ocular migraine symptoms, even these very light symptoms, will let you get right to sleep, no staring at the clock. So good, I'd guess. Somewhat good, anyway.
Up feeling clear headed and ready for the day. None of the fuzzy headed feeling that makes you withdraw a inside your shell, even the aching rib left over from this last week was gone. The oatmeal with a side order of toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, again, still feeling half way bright and bushy tailed. The difference really surprising me a bit while walking home. How to allow it to continue? Last through the day?
Another Protime blood thinner test scheduled for one this afternoon, so we'll at least get the walking in. Otherwise not much going on, although again, the sun is shining, the temperature is warmer, even without cloud cover, and we're sitting here acting the loon. A tick.
Stuff it. You're done.
Later. Still feeling pretty good, although I managed to go through a long list of reasons why I should put off the Protime test until tomorrow, finally just putting on the coat, grabbing a camera and heading out to catch the bus, walking then, when we reached Broadway, to the lab, noting the progress on the apartment house complex they've been building next door.
In and out of the lab in ten minutes to walk straight back to the apartment. No complaints, the walk was easy, the weather fine.
Later still. Added another Women's March photograph to the web sites. There are one or two more I could probably add, but they're not squeezed in between the photographs with thumbnail links so we'll probably put it off and say they're done. Bright eyed this day but lazy, I'm afraid.
Evening. A good day, hey. Nothing on television and so to bed early again. All this seeming energy, maybe enough to last through tomorrow.