Of My Hill
Saturday. Lights out fairly late last night, watching The Good Wife again on the tablet, but then a decent “right on through until six-thirty” night's sleep to get up, go to breakfast and return to post yesterday's entry before crashing for a nap. Two naps, really: one that lasted two hours before awakening to turn over and sleep for another hour. So quite a bit of sleep, even if it came at the cost of a late night and may screw up getting to sleep again tonight.
You're an idiot.
I've looked at the length of The Good Wife season: twenty-three episodes. There are six seasons listed, the first five available for viewing. A six season story line could go on forever and I'm realizing whatever outstanding “what's going on?” questions they've developed in the story line will have to be replaced with another set and then more sets until (you assume, as happens to all of them eventually) they run out of clever plot ideas and it sputters out. I'm just wondering when that time will come, how many late nights is this going to take? Six seasons.
You're worried about an never ending string of midnights?
And any tattered sanity I may have left. This from someone who spent earlier decades without a television set in a world where tablets came with yellow lined paper and required a pencil or a pen.
Later. A walk to Coffee with a Beat for a turkey and Swiss cheese sandwich (hold the onions) and a small cup of coffee, something they do well, eating out at one of their sidewalk tables. Why I don't eat there more often I don't know. A Good & Plenty from the 7-11 look-alike on the way back to go by the lake without taking pictures (lots of people on blankets and out walking) and then on to the apartment.
And I hate to admit, more tablet. I'm starting to become concerned, but not yet ready to stop carping about it.
Evening. More time on the tablet, nothing on television, at least the television that I'm able to receive, which isn't much. Doesn't matter.
The Oakland Running Festival tomorrow, so pictures. We'll see what we can come up with. This is a no-brainer to photograph as it runs around Oakland and the lake and loops below on Grand at the bottom of my hill.