Monday. Internet out and nothing on television, so to bed by nine with lights out soon after, awakening then at five minutes to six to get up, check the bedroom window (clear skies, no rain) and get ready to walk to breakfast.
The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee this time. Felt right and no need to push it if that's what appeals. And that's often what appeals, ocular migraines or not. Really didn't think about it, but read through the papers with some interest.
The walk home under a bright sun, the mood good as the eyes stayed alert and I ended up taking three or four pictures. Even if they are the same pictures I've now been taking walking home from breakfast many too many times. Except I keep doing it. Ah, well. Don't care.
I'd been brought up short when setting out to breakfast by a male Black-crowned Night Heron that I passed that was lying on the sidewalk, eyes open, but I assumed, he being motionless with an obviously broken body, to be dead. The heart sinks seeing such and I didn't want to take a picture. Some things you don't photograph. Walking home, though, there were three people surrounding the spot where the bird had been lying and moving closer I saw they'd wrapped the bird in a white towel and were carefully placing him into a cat carrier, the bird obviously still alive. I wish them well.
Home now, the Internet working (good), the sun shining (good), no reason we shouldn't have a decent day ahead. Now, if I can keep my own head straight, maybe we can manage something a little different later in this day, if only heading out somewhere different for lunch.
You take the same pictures and you say the same things over and over in this journal day after day after day....
All part of a clever plot.
Later. Packed all the lighting equipment up that's been sitting in the living room since forever: tripods, strobe lights and backgrounds. Just did it. Didn't even take all that much time. Success I'd guess.
A walk over to the burger drive-in to pick up a grilled cheese sandwich and brought it home. Remembered there'd been an Elementary episode last night and so watched it in bed on the tablet. None of the slow, bounce you out of the application problems of recent days, maybe AT&T fixed whatever it was causing that as well. So good. It was better than the two reruns I'd watched yesterday, but marginally. The plot was similarly absurd.
Evening. Listened to Democracy Now! on and off as I futzed away on the web, finished watching a movie on the tablet that, had I remembered I'd seen it in the past, would never have watched again. It did turn out I had seen it in the past, but remembered it not. Probably because it was so badly written and acted.
Checked out an episode of Case Sensitive that started at seven on PBS, an English police procedural I'd never heard of before, and watched it through. A more believable plot than, say, the earlier Elementary, but that's not saying much. Started watching the second episode, but decided to skip it and go to bed, as I was tired and it seemed an episode set earlier in time than the first.