Comfort Food Lunch
Tuesday. Quite warm in the direct sun, but a cool enough breeze if you find yourself in the shade. A walk to breakfast around eight-thirty past the construction going on next to the library, plenty of time to read the papers, a walk back, the t-shirt wet not from the exercise but from the temperature. Summer has come to Northern California.
We are now pretty much back to the normal every day aches and pains of age and misfortune, the cold symptoms having left to reside in others who's immune systems are not yet geared up to deal with them properly. They say the immune system deteriorates with age. They say many things.
Today and tomorrow are open to pretty much anything I might like to do. Ms. M is coming Thursday and a group of us are having lunch at PCB on Friday to (“celebrate”, I guess) the demise of many still left at the office. It's like looking back on an alternate world. You know how it operates and how you once had a place in it, but it operates under a different sun and a different moon on a world you once had access to through a magnetic card and an elevator. Perhaps an odd way to think of it although it makes perfect sense in a perfect sense sort of a world.
A picture here and again, nothing of note, no idea other than to raise the camera and shoot leading to any of them. The equipment is becoming like a glove, an old glove, that you no longer notice. Part of the person. It's there when something inside takes interest in something outside, no reason to ponder what it is. At least I'd like it to be like that. A thought that occurred while walking to breakfast, camera under my arm. Many thoughts occur while walking to breakfast, it's one of its features.
Later. The day has been warm, the fan is putting up a nice cooling breeze as I watch the late afternoon news. A tuna fish sandwich and a candy bar: a comfort food lunch. Life is good.