Sunday. Lights out by ten, to sleep to awaken at six. Reasonably wide awake and so up to put the papers together and drive to breakfast, remembering I'd forgotten the car keys just as I opened the apartment hallway door to return and retrieve them, the image of me, picking up the keys from the top of the dresser flashing through my mind, picking out the door keys on its chain, but avoiding the car keys as I normally would during the week and on Saturdays when I'll be walking. OK, better than remembering when I reached the garage.
Another memory glitch.
Yeah, but one I caught right away. Not one to fret over.
Sunny morning, a decent hour and a half reading the papers, home now thinking of attending the Berkeley Juneteenth street celebration, but after a nap. Dry mouth, funky sinuses, a bit tired and so a nap to see if it straightens itself out or lasts for the rest of the day.
Later. An hour lying down, some of it maybe half sound asleep. At least that last half of the hour went by more quickly than it otherwise would. Feel better, but the usual little arguments about going anywhere. Tired of these arguments.
Evening. Keeping an eye on the Warrior's game, I ran quickly through the television stations to find an Elementary running on channel 36. I'd seen it before, but settled in to watch as I, of course, recognizing the scenes, didn't remember the outcome, who'd done it or why. (Not that any of that matters.) The day had been an uneven one, no desire to add the happenings of the afternoon into the journal, but in feeling off I noticed the familiar sparkly edged blot that signals an oncoming ocular migraine when the left eye is closed.
And so the end of the Elementary episode morphed into an entirely weird presentation where the Elementary actors appeared in what seemed to be in the station advertisements, advertisements or an entirely different program altogether (to give you an idea of what these ocular incidents are like when they really take hold). Ah! Realized what was happening, and so went to bed. Wakes you to the reality of what you're experiencing and puts you to sleep at the same time.
Cleared up soon enough, soon enough certainly to listen to the last of the playoff game and the Warriors loss to Cleveland with a clear head.