With The Guitar
Monday. It turns out the Foyle's War that I had indeed seen before last night (and didn't remember the outcome) was running in conjunction with the current PBS subscription marathon and so I bailed and went to bed and got to sleep early. Some things I'm willing to put up with (although they seem fewer with each passing month and year), but PBS angling for money is not one of them. (And yes, I am a subscriber. So there.)
Up a bit slowly on an grey overcast morning, off to breakfast a little late, but Mondays are the days the Tribune isn't delivered and so I had more than enough time to read the two remaining rather skimpy papers. Home before eight to edit and post yesterday's entry and now, I think, a nap. An attempt at a nap before heading out to document what they're up to at the construction site.
Later. A little slow. The blood pressure was normal last night when it was time to take the blood pressure med. I took it thinking maybe it might drive it a little too low, but that wouldn't get out of hand. The reason I started taking it at night the last time I had this problem was the idea it would lower the blood pressure the most during those first twelve hours and not do much if any damage when I'm sleeping. It's now the mid-afternoon and it's about twenty points low on the top and the bottom. Low enough from experience to slow me down should it go any more than a point or two lower. We'll check again when we take the med this evening at six.
A walk over to the construction site with the 70-200mm lens on the camera, thinking I'd need it for any birds I might find on the lake afterward. A picture or two as I was able to find them as they had the sidewalk blocked off to accommodate the crane.
OK, over to the lake: no geese, nothing to keep me looking, so back to the apartment to go through the pictures, thinking my somewhat minimal breakfast this morning had left me hungry. Seems permanent, this “I'm hungry, but I can't think of anything to eat” routine.
A walk out the door with a 24-70mm lens on the camera this time and so a picture passing the construction site while heading on to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream cone and a package of chipotle peanuts. Ate the cone as I was walking home, ate the peanuts at the apartment. Not a story to tell your nutritionist.
Another walk to drop off my mail-in primary ballot at the post office and then on to the morning café for a glass of lemonade out at a table in the sun. I took my first picture on the walk back as I was approaching the construction site, the sidewalk in front now open as they'd finished unloading the rebar they've been putting in place. Tired at this point, leading to taking the blood pressure reading when I got home.
And so here we sit. Feel better, sitting, less tired, so I figure I will have to futz with the meds. Better to worry about jacking it up than not being able to bring it down. Can the weight loss be having an effect over what amounts to a five pound loss these last several months? One fifty-five instead of one-sixty? Might. Then again I could easily be wrong. Most often am with questions like this.
Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed early after watching one program too embarrassing for an occasionally rational human being to mention, but thereby getting in a proper session with the guitar.