Tuesday. Lights out in time, but an uneven night's sleep, thinking I was going to be tired in the morning when I awoke, but awoke feeling just fine, thank you, well before the alarm. No Times or Tribune again, they arrived while I was at breakfast, but otherwise a good get up and go morning, walking clear headed to breakfast. Because I took a dose of the pain meds with the rest of the meds this morning? Can't account for how I felt getting up, but maybe this unusual energy will keep going later. Don't know but we're hoping.
Energy that translated into getting the laundry into the machines when I returned home. No big deal, strip the bed and grab the clothes hamper to take the elevator down to the garage and start the wash. How long have I been putting this off?
Long enough to run out of jockey shorts and put on a pair of boxer shorts this morning.
That's a long time. Comfortable, though. I'd forgotten how comfortable they are. Maybe I've learned a lesson.
Later. A good morning, the laundry done, hung and folded, the bed now made and the socks sitting in their bin waiting on being sorted and folded. Which will happen later this afternoon. No need to go bat shit all it one sitting with this laundry business.
A walk over to the apartment house construction site while the clothes were in the drier to take pictures, the sun out, the attitude really good. My, my. We're buzzing right along here, something different from these last several days lagging.
A bus downtown to the ATM on Broadway and then on to find the Latham Square construction activity had really picked up, Telegraph where it enters Broadway closed and the street in shambles. A line of dump trucks waiting to be filled with road surface as the scraper machine gouges it up. (I suspect there's a name for the thing other than “scraper machine”.) And so more than the usual number of photographs with a break for a lemon bar and coffee in the Rotunda building.
A fair amount of walking, even with taking the bus home, but interesting to experience. A spring in the step and the rest. Just the fact the sun was out and it was warm enough to walk without needing a jacket? It must at least have added to the overall experience. I'd think.
Back now to listen to the news, futz with the photographs and think about sorting through those socks. Perhaps it's a sign summer has arrived nineteen days early and it's a day to celebrate.
Evening. OK, the speedy day has wound itself down and we're feeling tired. Ready for bed tired, none of the fuzzy headed tired of late. We'll put off finishing today's pictures until the morning, dabble on the tablet, but turn the lights out early and see if we can't get in an early night.