Sunday. May have gotten as many as ten hours sleep last night, more than enough to make up for any lost in this last week, so no more complaints about being tired. For at least another hour. Too touchy, too self absorbed about tired this and tired that? A little glitch and it's a sign the world is coming to an end? Well, chill out. He said. Twice.
A drive to have a leisurely breakfast over the papers, a drive then on to the supermarket for various needed things for lunch and dinner over the next few days, see if changing the diet somewhat doesn't help with whatever. Change for the sake of change or something like that.
An overcast morning, they're saying some slight chance of rain after getting up into the low eighties yesterday in both San Francisco and Oakland. I don't believe it. At least I haven't been hallucinating the recent heat. Weird to be so warm, particularly with reading the various articles on climate change adding to this feeling of weirdness. Strange days.
Too much time on your hands? Maybe?
It just goes round and round.
Later. Another nap and a good hour of sleep. The thought has been occurring that, although I do get out for walks, I spend most of my time either sitting here in front of the computer working on photographs or lying on the bed with the tablet. Maybe I'm just out of shape, even if the annual cardio stress test says we're good. Still thinking in circles, although more exercise certainly couldn't hurt.
More work on the St. Patrick's photographs. They're better than I at first thought, some of the technical issues turned out to be fixable in Lightroom and Photoshop. Maybe stop now for a time and get outside instead of attempting another nap.
Later still. A walk to the ATM over on Lakeshore to get outside and clear the head, which it accomplished in about two minutes. Could be my apartment is toxic. Ice cream at the ice cream shop on Lakeshore and back to the apartment to start again on the St. Patrick's Day photographs. Yes, it turns out there are more than I first thought worth processing although I'm still rather tepid on how the shooting turned out. But I've said this before. Too many times.
Evening. A dose of the pain meds, the head feeling clear and just fine, so a first of the two small bottles of sake I picked up this morning at the supermarket. One reason I avoid going all that often, the habit of picking up one or two (or, on a particularly mad morning, three) of the small single serving bottles. This morning it was two.
Listening to music from the early seventies, favorites I'd shared so many times with Ms. C. Haven't done this in a while. Not many evenings recently have been as good as this one. We'll forgive drinking the sake until tomorrow when we awake and re-evaluate.
Nothing on television. Maybe take a bath before going to sleep. They say sleeping more than eight hours or sleeping less than six isn't good, but they say so many things and maybe it's best not to stress. At least not sitting here, babbling away in Oakland.