Monday. Another decent night's sleep, up just before six to drive to breakfast in the middle of a heavy rain. The sun is out right now back at home and they're saying sun through the coming weekend, but the rains we've been getting these last couple of days have been a surprise as I for one wasn't expecting the amount we've gotten.
The oatmeal, English Muffin, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Who knows if the brief “funkiness” from yesterday was brought on by the chicken-apple sausage I had for breakfast, but we weren't in a mood for taking chances. Give us a day or two and we'll revert back to our mindless bad habits.
Anyway, still raining as I was driving home, the sun coming out, as mentioned, around nine. What to do this day? This week? This life? Something will eventually come up. It always does.
As in watching television all day? Reading/listening to the news?
You have to admit the news is more shocking, if not interesting, these days, if only for the photographic opportunities it's provided.
Later. Watched last night's Elementary on the tablet before getting up to get online and on the phone to straighten out the transfer of the last of three prescriptions from the local pharmacy to the mail order pharmacy recommended by my health insurance company. This has been a hassle, particularly since I haven't devoted the attention to it that it deserves. But it's done. Let's just hope they arrive on time.
There's been both sun and sudden periods of rain through this afternoon and so I have yet to go out today. Maybe talk myself into getting out for something to eat later. Then again maybe not.
Evening. Time spent watching a movie on the tablet, checked out Charlie Rose and watched the first interview, went back to bed and the radio. Nothing about this day to relate of any interest, although I seem content enough. Time, if not I, marches on.