Wednesday. To breakfast and the papers, a run by the supermarket for cat food, back to the apartment, the way I've started my days now for years. A bit of that “hallucinatory” stuff when I returned, so I lay down and dosed off for two hours. That's a bit different. Haven't had one of those in the mornings before. Maybe best I've made that neurologist's appointment. Screws up my schedule.
A bus ride downtown just after noon to have coffee and a chocolate bar out at a table in front of Peet's feeling testy. Why testy I'm not sure. I've always had a universal image of some kind in the back of my mind of an old cranky guy - not every old guy, but a fairly large sub group of old guys I call old cranky guys - walking along looking, well, cranky. Acting cranky. I've met one or two in my life.
Well today I felt cranky, wasn't acting cranky, you understand, but I found myself doing silly things like watching a woman park her BMW on the street below Peet's and taking what must have been five full minutes to figure it out. Forward, back, forward, back. Five minutes is a long time to park a car, but what in the hell am I doing getting old coot cranky about it? On a beautiful day in May drinking coffee and eating chocolate?
A picture or two for all my crankiness, a walk over to the Monkey Paw, Kangaroo Paw, to see how it (they) were growing, not a lot of difference that I can perceive, they seem to know what they're doing. A walk then about half the way back to the apartment before catching a bus the rest of the way home, arriving just before three. Still a bit cranky. I hope that's not what I have to look forward to: a cranky exit down the line, upset over nothing.