Put To Bed
Friday. Up with the alarm on a foggy morning to head out to breakfast and back, just enough time to post yesterday's entry before heading over to the pulmonary doctor's appointment. Had my lungs acted up with the flu? No? Have they been acting up at all over these last several months? No? Good! Come back in nine months and we'll see what's what!
So, half of the morning's appointments are done, off to the guitar lesson in another thirty or so minutes, we're making progress. Slowly, yes, but when has it ever not been thus?
Later. OK, a lesson assignment for March 22nd, three weeks from now, three weeks of vacation. Let's see if I piss it away without resolving our little ennui problem. Our lack of gumption. Our droll outlook.
A nap after returning from the lesson, the sun quite bright outside, no thought really to go anywhere, but I will set forth. Maybe downtown, although the idea leaves me cold. Hup, my man! We will be seventy years old in another week, best to be ready when it comes (if we're still around).
Droll gives you too much credit.
Later still. A walk along the lake and then on to the ATM on Lakeshore, the head reasonably clear, the ambition level, well, not overly enthusiastic. Still, ice cream and a lemonade at the usual place, a walk then back to the apartment stopping again at the lake to sit in the sun for a while. I'm not sure about this parking myself on a bench for a while. You'd think I was, well, slowing down.
They haven't posted the new chapter of Elementary on the CBS site yet, not sure how long it takes to post after the episode plays, but we'll survive. Not sure they even had a new episode on Thursday, not sure what their schedule is or how they space them out.
You sound like you're spaced out.
A little bit. Just, you know, going slowly, taking my time, wondering if I'll pick up the guitar before the day is over now that I don't have any pressure to practice. Pressure to practice. I sound like I'm still in high school. Maybe I never really left.
Evening. Nothing on television, so some more plinking with the guitar and then to bed. We have things to wrap up tomorrow. It's about time they too were put to bed.