Better Than Good
Tuesday. Up a little later this morning to catch a bus for my haircut appointment in the City Center at ten, back on the bus beyond my stop to get off near my morning café to have breakfast and read the papers, finishing just before noon. A good start to what I think will be a good day perhaps to write something other than the horizon isn't horizontal and my head could feel better than it is feeling at the moment. At this moment the horizon is horizontal, as it has been all morning, and the sinuses and teeth are but sinuses and teeth, albeit sinuses and teeth that let you know they felt better when you were younger, my bucko.
We've now gotten this out of our system?
No weasels, no need to take any of the little pills, the sun shining, the air warm (but not too warm), the day before me, the price of gasoline two cents less than it was yesterday, twenty-four cents less than it was on June 23rd, as low as it was on June 6th. Or is this not the first thing that comes to your mind when you go online, information less valuable than other more important matters that generally gain your attention? Well, how about what's currently displayed in that beauty supply store window I pass daily while walking back from breakfast? Well, they're fun to photograph, hard to say what they may ultimately imply for our world out here on the web.
Later. The balance of the fourth season of The Wire arrived this afternoon and this is being written the next morning having watched eight chapters, two more to go, finishing up after one in the morning. When's the last time I stayed up until one in the morning? An addictive little series, although I'm not sure it's something you can watch every day. A bit intense, a bit draining, but more than a little bit better than good.