Come To This
Monday. Yesterday's entry was embarrassingly fragmented and incoherent when I looked at it this morning and editing didn't seem to bring it any further along. Ah, well.
To bed relatively early, but it seemed to take a long time to get to sleep. I often wonder if I'm drifting off and then coming back up thinking I've been awake the whole time and saying I'm not able to get enough sleep. Still, up with the alarm, to breakfast and back feeling fine, a good day ahead. I have no idea what the weather may bring, but the sky doesn't look all that menacing. We may have some sun and I, at least, feel good.
No more sake for the while?
I'm having lunch later with Ms. T, we'll see.
Later. A nice lunch with Ms. T in Emeryville at Rudy's Can't Fail Cafe. There's another Rudy's here in the Fox theater building, a bit crowded for parking this time of day we thought, and the original Emeryville Rudy's has a parking lot. Ms. T and I have managed to keep contact over the years since we first met when she modeled for my first (and only) set of three studio sessions. An interesting lady who brings back memories of when I too was thirty years old and living what was for me a high octane up and down existence in San Francisco.
Home now thinking I should take a walk if I were sensible, but without any interest in going outside. So I won't. There's a guitar to play, news reports to listen to as they drone on in the background and deathless prose to write. Maybe I really should take that walk.
Later still. I was thinking last night, as I was getting in bed, I hadn't checked the blood pressure since I'd lowered the dosage a week or so back. I'd checked it for a couple of days after thinking it had done its deed and haven't checked since. Not good to be that dumb. So I got up and took a quick reading: 97/65. Too low. OK, monitor the damned pressure, drop the dosage again if that's what's required, but this is getting old and the mind doesn't seem to be the watching the shop.
Checking it again this afternoon, as I was crawling into bed for another nap, and it still read 101/70, so we'll continue monitoring and make any necessary adjustments. A nap and a BP reading the excitement for the rest of the afternoon? Seems so. I did take a very short walk before the nap, nothing to call exercise, taking but a single picture. Whoop.
Guitar now, see about getting to bed early and getting the elusive good night's sleep. As I did last night. And the night before that. We're in some kind of crazy do-while loop, with low blood pressure providing an odd something to bitch about side effect. Or something.
It really is time to stop.
Best not to have started if this is what's going to come out.
Evening. The six o'clock show is another Italian series I'm not able to handle (whenever did I become so delicate?), so we watched the news and played some guitar. I'm considering turning in now that it's seven o'clock. Turning in at seven? At seven? Has it come to this?