Until It Happens
Monday. Seven-forty in the morning, back now from breakfast; I was the only person sitting in the dining area for the hour or so I was there. They get a fair amount of traffic up front for take out coffee and bakery goods apart from serving breakfast and the weekend, at least, was crowded when I arrived later in the mornings, but I suspect they along with everyone else are having problems.
An uneven night's sleep, waking up a couple of times and then waking for good at five-thirty. Why I can't say, but I feel just fine: the head clear, the sinus-head things not aching very much, real focus and interest while reading the papers over breakfast. So go figure. I'll take a nap later if I get tired. I'll walk back after lunch today with the office crew for the day's exercise. Hup! Hup! Here in Oakland.
As mentioned, lunch later at the old Pho '84, a pretty good Vietnamese restaurant in downtown Oakland. We've been scheduling going away lunches now every Monday for the last couple of weeks, many of the people attending today getting let go at the end of this month as the closing of the office in September approaches. I'm happy to get out of the house for conversations and hello-goodbye hugs with young women who would otherwise not wander near my decaying orbit.
Attractive women remain attractive women till the end, I'm thinking, whatever the age. Which is nice. There were more than a few at the street fair yesterday, all of them way too young for any eye contact, but comforting to see and experience. And photograph. I like to say I'd handle myself differently if I were young again, given my view on life in these later days, but that, I suspect, is just me talking. Still, nice to kid yourself.
Later. I ended up leaving early and walking downtown to meet the folks out in front of the old office building for lunch and taking the bus back to the apartment (for a nap). The day's been overcast, the attitude reasonably good, although the head-sinus thing has been acting up. What to do come tomorrow? A drive up to the Russian River now that the baseball game in Sacramento is off? I can see many reasons to bail, given my history, but let's leave it here until it happens.