I Would Guess
Monday. I did watch all of the Swedish Wallander last night, more to get in my guitar practice than anything to do with the program, we've been too lenient and allowing the guitar to suffer on a day when I've been shooting pictures. So fine. And, to tell the truth, you do tend to get burned out after a number of hours.
Up half an hour after the alarm without particular effort. Get to bed later, get up later, the body seems to keep track. Off to breakfast, realizing in taking this morning's meds I'd forgotten to take last night's meds before going to bed. Not good. Maybe the second time in this life I've done that.
In getting home I discovered not only had I not taken last night's meds, but I hadn't remembered to take the the two meds in the early afternoon, one of them the blood thinner. Hmm. Doesn't matter what causes a slip like this - tired from a long day's shooting, getting the routine out of whack - it's still a senior moment. Not good. Let's hope they're not predicting a pattern.
Today: guitar and photographs. Get them posted to artandlife. Hup!
Later. A walk by the construction site (they're moving more of the hillside) and then to the T-Mobile shop. The SIM card is in fact unlocked, so we've moved over to T-Mobile with a $21 lower monthly payment, no need to buy a new phone. A small success in this ever more complicated electronic life.
Now for the guitar and a nap. Maybe a nap. Maybe lunch. We're free to do as we snooze choose!
Later still. More photographs. Squeaked in with enough for three sections, but they won't all be done until tomorrow. Once I start on a set of pictures they do seem to keep me engaged until I'm done, nothing much else able to divert my attention.
Like the guitar?
Like the guitar.
Evening. Nothing on television. I took a look at the start of the Inspector Morse episode that started at nine and decided I really didn't like the character and so went to bed. Good. I would guess.