Wednesday. To sleep reasonably quickly to then awaken at six-fifteen, right on target. Maybe we've gotten this time change sorted out. Up a little slowly at first, but out the door on another dark, clear and fairly cold morning, the eyes and nose doing their thing as they go through their temperature adjustment. The restaurant open when I arrived and so settled down with the papers to look for stories I was not as aware of, having consumed so much this news yesterday.
The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again for breakfast, the weight coming in a pound and a half under target on the scale this morning, finishing up at a quarter to nine. Sunny walking home taking the usual series of pictures. This not going to some of the usual events and demonstrations over this last year (or more) is limiting the number of photographs I have available to run up top and I'm wondering if this really is the future. Timidity our fate from now on?
Home to futz with yesterday's entry before posting, empty words, empty ideas, the day ahead.
Later. Read an article in The Hill describing a UN environmental report on the arctic. You go through it and ask yourself what it means, what does it imply, and the answer is we're screwed, even if we could stop emissions today. Doesn't mean we shouldn't do everything we can, the so called Green New Deal would be a start, as things can get much worse than this UN report implies, but young adults and children today aren't going to be happy with us well before they're lives are over. And no small number of their lives will be over sooner than otherwise.
I've been following the seemingly stuck Brexit debate in Great Britain, in fundamental ways being driven by the current worldwide dissatisfaction with the state of the world economy. It's been both off-putting and absorbing. “May you live in interesting times.” I'd thought maybe we'd backed off from that old Chinese curse with the so called end of the Cold War, the curse of nuclear missiles and the like, but it seems to be getting worse.
Evening. A good day. Not all that different in my getting anything of importance done, of course, but at least the day was reasonably clear headed. Which I like. Watched the rest of the Netflix Rebellion series. Hard to tell exactly what was going on and why, the accents and the number of characters (many of whom got themselves killed) made it somewhat confusing. Five episodes that ended in a way that made it clear there would be another season following.
Watched a French mystery Mary Higgins Clark Mysteries – The Lost Years at six that ran close to two hours. Interesting. Somewhat interesting. Started Midsomer Murders at eight, the first episode of two, but then bailed on the second episode before nine. Find it hard to get my head around Midsomer Murders, says more about me than it does about it, but that's always the given. Self psychoanalysis through noting your up and down reactions to television programs.