Monday. Lights out by ten to enter an uneven - awakening many times during the night - sleep, the alarm going off at six-fifteen to get up and out of bed like a shot, jump started by the alarm. We'll blame it on adjusting to yesterday's spring forward loss of an hour and not be otherwise concerned.
Out the door to walk to breakfast under a clear sky, a cold clear sky with the eyes and nose acting up, to arrive to find the restaurant open and so settling in with the papers. Ordered the single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast to finish with the papers by eight-thirty and walk home, again the air cold, the sun bright, a decent day ahead. The usual selfie in the apartment house lobby.
Don't feel all that tired after last night, but he day is young, we'll know for sure in the next paragraph.
Later. Lied down on the bed for close to an hour listening to Ralph Nader interview Dahr Jamail, the author of The End of Ice, a recent book on climate change, awake enough to understand what they were discussing. Maybe best to have been born when I was born, the near future is not looking good for life on the planet.
But enough. A walk up the way to take another picture of the construction site on my block. Can't really see any change to the existing building in this last month. I'm assuming they'll start construction on the new buildings as the weather gets better, but who knows? Takes time to get these things done.
Later still. Another hour lying down before getting up feeling antsy enough and hungry enough to talk myself onto a bus to the City Center where I had a garden salad and coffee at an outside table before walking to the Broadway and 20th Street bus stop and catching a bus home, taking a picture of the construction project across from Latham Square at 17th if only because I haven't done so in a while.
Evening. Watched another Swedish Johan Falk episode at six, but realized I was drifting into an ocular migraine-like episode by seven and so lied down on the bed to drift off for two hours before getting up feeling better to brush the teeth, get undressed and properly crash under the covers by ten.