Thursday. Lights out by nine-thirty, but awakening many times to get up briefly and take a leak. Too many liquids during the day. Still, awakening then at a quarter to six to take my time in getting ready to walk to breakfast, the East Bay Times arriving in time. Felt tired, but figured it would all come together over breakfast (the Eggs Benedict, this time) and it did. Sort of, although less than all eight (six? four?) cylinders popping as I was walking home.
Edited and posted yesterday's entry, but then went into the bedroom and crashed for about an hour, up again to start this and figure out what to do for the rest of what is now a sunny, still cool, but sunny day.
Oh, and finally took the time to search out the slow typing and file loading problems I've been having with Dreamweaver, the editor I use for the web sites. Took all of three minutes to make the changes Adobe suggested and now it's flying. Idiot I.
Later. Forced myself out the door, the head in a bubble, to catch a bus that passed by without stopping as I approached. OK, even less interest in going back to the apartment, so over to the lake to sit in the sun and then (after a long conversation with self: go, stay, whatever) returned to the bus stop to catch the bus downtown and have lunch at the bagel shop out at one of their tables in the sun. Their chicken Caesar salad and coffee. So far, so good, the head still in a bubble, the sinuses behaving badly enough I'd taken a dose of the pain meds before leaving in the vain hope they'd have an effect and, thinking about it now, maybe they had.
A walk to Broadway to take a picture of the mural they'd painted at the entry to Uma Yoga and then on to 17th and Broadway, across from Latham Square, to see what was happening at the construction site. Lots of activity for so small a space, but stuff seemed to be getting done.
Why all the pictures and interest in construction sites? They seem rather ordinary pictures, not much effort going into them.
I'll let you know when I figure it out.
A bus home, the head feeling better. Because I'm now inside? No, I think better. Better to err on the side of better.
Later still. Watched the news, watched this and that on T.V., had a bath while Democracy Now drifted in from the television set in living room and that's been the afternoon. Still feel better, wider awake and so continuing to think on the up.
Evening. Warm. The bedroom windows and balcony door open wide, the fan running by the computer. Tomorrow will be a good test of how the days will go now that we've recovered from the Washington trip and the didn't hurt root canal. I think.
Most of this is just babble.
An unfortunately not too uncommon day. As I said, looking toward better days ahead.