Sunday. To bed just after eight, to sleep not all that long after that and so to awaken this morning not long after five. OK, still a decent night's sleep, although I don't seem to be able to stretch it out for more than seven hours, eight if you take into account the time it takes to drop off and awaken to turn over or take a leak.
A drive to breakfast, a bit larger breakfast than usual for whatever reason, back to futz with yesterday's entry, give up, go to bed and take a nap, regaining that hour I'd lost in getting up so early. Feel fine, certainly better than I did yesterday with all the bitching about “tiredness” and stuff, so we'll see what we can do with this sunny day.
I'd marked a festival down on the calendar for the weekend, something I thought was happening over at the lake, but it seems (in checking yesterday on the web) I was wrong. Well, we'll see when we go outside and look. No sounds of excitement coming in through the balcony door, so we're probably out of luck, at least for pictures.
Later. Over to the lake, quite a few people walking the periphery in both directions, but otherwise another slow sunny Sunday morning. No thought to go anywhere in particular, not hungry and so back to the apartment to take it easy, the head clear and the attitude pretty decent.
And that's been about it. Some time on the tablet, a lazy hour lying down, another walk over to the lake to find quite a few people on blankets eating, throwing Frisbees, feeding the geese. Figured I might as well go by the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar before returning to the apartment, deciding when I got back to the lake to walk on and see if there was anything happening at the pergola.
And there was a crowd, a small P.A. system and people dancing, others doing the usual laid back gymnastic balance routines that don't require anyone to break a sweat. I like those: things that don't require breaking a sweat. Didn't stay, didn't take any pictures of the dancers, returned to the apartment (without breaking a sweat).
Evening. Sunday. Nothing happening on a Sunday evening, although I did notice another episode of Poldark playing at nine, watched the beginning for maybe five minutes and then went to bed. Eighteenth century depictions of life in England. I'd have watched when I was younger, probably with interest, but then I watched many things with apparent interest I'm not longer able to tolerate. Good, bad; happy, sad: have no idea in which folder it should be filed or, if indeed, it matters.