Monday. To sleep a little later than I'd planned, but fully awake before six and so up to drive to breakfast instead of walking, thinking I needed to pick up laundry detergent at the supermarket on the way home to use tomorrow, but then deciding against it as I was leaving and so we'll do a proper inventory of any other stuff we may need and take care of it again tomorrow. He said confidently, as if saying it meant it would happen. Not such a sure a thing anymore here in Dingle Dell, as you may have noticed.
Feel pretty good. Can't say there's any indication drinking that sake last night had any effect on the morning, didn't have all that much effect last night, although it did add some additional mellowness to the evening itself. A good night, last night, let us hope for more.
I'd forgotten to run the Protime blood thinner test last Friday. Remembered that morning it was due (as I usually do), but I'd totally spaced out and forgotten by noon and didn't remember again until well into the weekend. So I pricked the finger just now and called in the results.
Another memory lapse, although one I consider less worrisome. I'll start taking them in the mornings from here on out, moving the day to Mondays and see if that helps. Are these signs we're moving to a time when the memory is shot? Alzheimer's anyone? I think not, but it's something you think about.
Overcast, they say a ten percent chance of rain, a high of seventy, another warm day to look forward to. I have no idea what I'll do other than finish the Saint Patrick's pictures and maybe post more of the apartment house construction site photos as well. Again, feel good. Let's say we're on a roll, no looking back, but forward. Hup! And the rest of that crap.
Later. Finished up the Saint Patrick's Day photographs and posted them to artandlife. Again, some good, most less good, we'll leave it at that. At least they're done and resulted in close to fifty photographs.
Otherwise spent more time watching the Korean soap on the tablet. I'm now close to finishing the season. They could cut the length by half if they eliminated the interminable maudlin asides, but evidently they're mandatory if you're going to attract a Korean audience. Rivers of tears, who'd a thought they, as a culture, were so expressive in their grief-love-losses and emotional setbacks.
That's enough please.
It certainly is.
Evening. Nothing on television so we'll curl up again in bed with the tablet. Not a bad day: not tired, clear headed (mostly) and it didn't rain, although I never really got it together to go outside to see for myself.