Thursday. An odd day. Slept in thinking I needed to pick up some cat food as the larder was bare and I'd for some reason just sleep in, skip breakfast and get up to make a run to the big Safeway in Rockridge. I'm not clear on how that makes sense, but it seemed so as I was dropping off to sleep last night.
So a run when I got up later in the morning for cat food, milk, cheese and crackers feeling, well, testy. Full of energy, the head a little wobbly, but in cranky old man mode. I kept it civil, didn't snap at anyone waiting in the check out line, but well aware of and wondering about my condition. Too much sleep last night? Sleep makes you cranky? I doubt it.
I fed Ms. Emmy, ate the cheese and some of the crackers and then went to bed for two hours. Why two hours after a good eight hours last night? Questions left unanswered. At least they weren't questions such as “why did that car cross over head on into my lane?” or “why is there so much blood all over the bedroom?” If there are to be questions unanswered, let them be little ones.
Some thought to meet Mr. McQ in San Francisco tomorrow for lunch, but we haven't set a place to meet in our exchanges of email. My fault not calling Mr. E and Ms. P to get them on board and following up with Mr. McQ. If you want something to happen you have to get on it, not take two hour naps in the afternoon.
It's early evening now and I've had a small flask of sake. Seems to settle well in the stomach. Did I mention I'd bought two flasks of sake this morning along with everything else?