Sunday. The writing was pretty ragged yesterday, teetering at the edge. More the norm than not I'm afraid. Up late watching something that caught my interest on the tablet, but up then with the alarm forty minutes later than in the past, the restaurant now opening at seven instead of six. Let's see if I now walk in the mornings as the parking meters will need feeding at the later hour and will add an additional two to three dollars to the tab. Besides, walking will be easier later when it's light. Right?
Later. Over to the lake to get out of the apartment. There were a few grebes out on the water too far beyond the shore to get a decent picture, but nice to see something other than the monopoly of coots, geese, gulls and pigeons of late. Sat for a few minutes at a bench by the white columned pergola before deciding to return to the apartment. I might have taken the bus downtown if there were anything open at the City Center, but I wasn't hungry and nothing called out. The day starts slowly, in other words.
Listened to the Dylan album (Shadows In The Night). Again, interesting, worth the listening, a serious effort, but songs from the past, songs I've grown away from over the years. The interest in music that started as a teenager and grew well into the twenties and thirties has been evaporating these last three decades and I no longer listen to any of it as obsessively as I once did. I don't know if this is common with age or if it's happening to others. I suspect it's not one of those conditions you can cure by avoiding chocolate or saturated fats.
More time on the tablet, I've found another hopeless Korean thing, twenty hour long episodes that both interest and frustrate in equal measure. I may become acclimated to these things if I watch enough of them. In say another century. Or more.
Evening. Nothing on television and so early to bed. He said.