Wednesday. Tired and so pretty much right to sleep and awaken at six-ten, the right time if I want to set out after and not before the East Bay Times is delivered, as it was and I did this morning. So good, albeit dragging just a little walking to breakfast, the shoulders a bit hunched, the body taking its time to pull itself together.
The Eggs Benedict for breakfast, the day as overcast as it was yesterday, although they were saying it will be somewhat warmer today. Felt in reasonably good fettle while walking home, taking but one muddy picture on the way. Just not paying attention.
Nothing on the schedule. Maybe a bus downtown later to get out of the apartment. (How many times have I said that?) Sitting here I have no clue or idea what might get me out and going. Maybe the thought of cleaning the bedroom or bathroom to get me outside?
I posted yesterday's entry half a dozen times this morning, finding errors I'd made pretty much everywhere. A record of some kind I'm afraid. It wasn't hard to see what had caused them, a series of breaks in the routine that threw me off, the mind humming along not looking for glitches. And there were glitches. So maybe that's today's reason for the babble. Bubbling, humming, not really thinking.
Later. Still no desire to get outside, but the body had its own agenda and so, thinking I didn't want to go downtown, I put on a sweater over the long sleeved shirt, put on a winter jacket and headed out into the still cool to cold air to catch the bus. A familiar routine that's gotten me out the door many times, but still interesting to experience.
A bus to the City Center catching the last ten minutes of the Wednesday noon hour band playing to a fairly large crowd. I'd forgotten it was a band day Wednesday today and so took one or two pictures on my way to the convenience store to buy a box of Good & Plenty. Should have spent more time shooting to get more (and better) pictures. Been thinking about that. Why do I allow myself to become distracted?
Ended up at the bagel shop to have a poppy seed tuna fish bagel sandwich and coffee out at one of their tables, any thoughts of not wanting to be out and about long gone. Go figure.
I'd missed the return bus by a minute and so walked up Broadway to the ATM and then on to catch the next bus home on Grand, the sun now steady, making it quite a bit warmer now in my sweater and coat. Still, home by the time it became too warm and so sitting here now listening to the news programs that start at two-thirty after taking another dose of pain meds. The sinus-upper palate out of whack and so figured I'd see if a dose and a half of the damned things would have an effect. It's been forty-five minutes, we'll know soon enough.
Later still. The sinus-upper palate is better, but how much better and would it have gotten better on its own without the meds? I suspect they have an effect, enough to continue to take them, but not enough to make them the solution. Is there a solution? If not, then life goes on, no use in fretting, but it would be nice to have an answer.
Evening. Watched Democracy Now!, watched a episode of Law & Order before realizing the sinus-upper palate was feeling increasingly better, better to the point of becoming more than a little speedy, tapping the foot. Maybe that larger dose worked? Are we just hallucinating all this?
Watched Midsomer Murders at eight. Silly, but what the hell. Followed on with New Tricks. I'd seen it before, but didn't remember any of it. Still speedy, but writing this late is probably a good sign.