Tuesday. An overcast cool day, the hint of a drizzle in the air. Up early for breakfast, then a run to the hospital for a routine blood test, now sitting here at the computer with the first two loads of laundry in the washers. I've probably expended all my energy for the day, although I'm going to Alameda this evening to hear Ms. H's old man D.J. at The Lemon Tree just because. Mr. S is playing Thursday night in Hayward, so the week is evolving into something akin to excitement. Or is that too much? A bit too early in the morning for mindless merriment, at least at my age.
Later at noon. The sun is out, no more overcast, what seemed to be clouds were really the standard come in from the ocean last night fog. Off to get the car washed pretty quick, I'm thinking. I've been thinking about doing this now for weeks, time to get it done. That energy that was all expended this morning seems to be holding. Sounds good.
Later still. The car was washed in Berkeley and is now safely parked in the building basement and I'm feeling fine, thank you. I'm wondering if what I call waking up in the middle of the night is nothing more than a passing flirtation with consciousness as I thought, at least, I had difficulty getting to sleep last night and then awaken briefly two more times. Did I in fact get all the sleep I needed? I don't feel tired and I've accomplished more in these first few hours than I have in some time. We'll see how it is come nine this evening at The Lemon Tree, see how I hold up. Meanwhile maybe a walk, skip watching the News Hour until later this evening at six. Complicated, all this juggling during the day. There's just not enough hours.
Don't make the nice people throw up.
Gotta watch out for my own self, make sure my eyes haven't turned brown.
Evening. The sake I didn't drink last night seems to have hit the spot this evening. Of course it probably means I won't get to The Lemon Tree later, but you can never tell. It wasn't all that much sake and I've still got another couple of hours. Still, I'm very good about inventing reasons not to leave the apartment. Not for food or drink or love nor money. Or karaoke. I don't know much about karaoke, one of my more serious faults. In another life I would have taken singing lessons.