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Thursday. Well, for whatever reason, I haven't set out for Portland and then to Seattle for the family get together over the weekend. Close, but no cigar. I'll head for Portland in a week or so to see my sister and her family because it's been too long since I've been outside my zip code. Yes I will. Really. It's just the funky headed thing that's been a bear this week for some reason. Not so bad this evening as I write. Life is strange and then it's stranger still, diddle-dee-dill.
For the first time I cleared and cleaned the desk in my bedroom today, dusted, threw a bunch of crap into the trash, did some of those things I mentioned I needed to do before the month runs out (strange how fast a month can pass, is it not?) and have thought seriously of heading on down to the local Safeway now that it's late in the evening and there won't be a crowd. But I won't. I'm not sure why.
I seem to have settled on a breakfast I can eat day in and day out at my morning café now that I seem to be eating there daily instead of just on the weekends: toasted bagel, plain; mixed fruit and coffee, black. I like it. No, really. Odd that it seems to make so little difference: bacon and eggs verses dry toast (bagel) and coffee. Or is this too quotidian to mention? No, we all go through these little doubts and choices and, when your head (like mine) is acting up and your blood pressure for some unknown reason begins bouncing around, well, you think about these things. I do, anyway. It's just I don't have the sense and the manners to keep them to myself. Here on the web. In Oakland.