To Be Believed?
Tuesday. I'd forgotten the haircut I had scheduled for later this morning and so skipped driving and walked to breakfast, there not being enough time to shop before I had to leave for the appointment. Up with the alarm at six-forty (a decent night's sleep from the length and feel of it) and out the door getting a call from my stylist asking if we could delay the session from ten to eleven, as her nine o'clock appointment had been delayed. Maybe for the best. If I'm going to be walking from here on out the later time would fit the schedule better.
Lots of activity early in the day for one of your age and habits.
Now, now. A good start, the head reasonably clear after a decent night's sleep, some sun peeking out from thinning clouds. Another sunny day in drought riddled California, another day of sunny denial this isn't going to last more than this year and we'll have rain next season, no need to really clamp down on our water use or plan for disaster. La-La-Land, in other words, we're world famous for it.
Now, now. Calm yourself. For someone who says he's in a good mood you're beginning to sound spotty.
Time to catch the bus to the appointment. You're right, of course, the day looks promising, the head feels stable and the world is spinning contentedly on its axis. Chill.
Although your picture up top is out of focus.
Later. A bus downtown, a haircut, a walk to the bus stop to see the bus had arrived two minutes ahead of schedule (this one usually arrives late) to then catch the free bus to Grand and walk back to the apartment, stopping by the construction site to take a series of photographs. Not a bad walk, not tired, feel pretty good, so we'll leave it at that.
More time watching this and that on the tablet and nothing much else. Life in the Tuesday fast lane.
Evening. Nothing on television and so I finished up watching the last episodes of the Korean soap: kings, queens, prime ministers, skulduggery and corruption set in early Korean mythical history. The various episodes of back stabbing (front, side and back), evil plots and odd customs combined with teenage angst were, I think, enough to inoculate me from further watching of series like these. He said, but confidently? With enough certainty to be believed?