Monday. To bed early enough, to sleep later than I'd have liked, but awake at six-forty to get up, get ready and walk to breakfast, having the (somewhat dangerous) chicken-apple sausage, eggs over easy, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee breakfast. The last time I had the chicken-apple sausage I had a light ocular migraine incident later that evening. Which put me right to sleep. Six of one, half a dozen of another: a negative ocular incident balanced by a solid night's sleep.
Still a rationalization for, um, problematic behavior. Shooting yourself in your ocular foot.
Shows we're not dead yet.
Nice day out there. A good walk to and from breakfast. Watery eyes and such from the cold while walking to breakfast, the sun bright and warmer walking home. A good start to a new week? No rain until late Wednesday? One can hope.
Later. I did lie down for a while to watch the first half of last night's episode of Elementary (it starts at ten, too late for us early risers) before heading out to catch a bus downtown to the Broadway ATM and then on to the City Center where I had a scone and coffee at an outside table at the bagel shop. Good. Quite comfortable bundled up in the sun. Stepped the exposure back two stops for the picture, but it should have been more. We learn slowly, but one of these decades we'll learn all we should about this taking pictures business.
A walk through Latham Square, after buying a box of Good & Plenty and eating it as I walked. On to catch a bus farther on at Grand, taking a snapshot of a guy wearing a boom box fanny pack. Don't know why, it just seemed odd in this era of ear plugs, the booming is usually left to the motorcycles and the cars.
Are we complaining?
No, no. A good day, the scarf, sweater and winter jacket didn't become too warm until I was walking up my hill to the apartment. No complaints. The day has started well, here now after two in the afternoon and the temperature nice.
Later still. Watched the rest of the Elementary episode. Listened to the PBS News Hour, didn't do anything to make the apartment a little tighter, but thought briefly about it. Some credit for thinking about it. Right? Hup and all that?
Evening. Some time on the tablet, watched an episode of Endeavor, a young Inspector Morse I'd seen before and sort of remembered. Switched back and forth between it and the eight o'clock Charlie Rose where they were discussing Trump's ninety day travel ban to the U.S. from seven named Middle Eastern Muslim countries and then went to bed. Believe me, Trump makes you ready. For bed.