Sunday. Last night just piddled itself out, but lights out by ten to awaken again at six feeling reasonably coherent. A couple of small memory lapses to remind me to pay attention, small deviations in the morning routine that caused me to forget the car keys and reading glasses in two separate instances. OK. Part of the deal.
Still quite overcast, with signs it had rained last night, but it's Sunday and so a drive to breakfast and back, still looking like rain, but the weather people saying the sun will soon arrive and stay pretty much through the entire coming week.
I do want to get out and take pictures, but later. No exhortations to get in the daily walk. Looking for pictures will usually do the trick.
Enough of the hups.
Later. A bath and then a walk over to the lake with a long lens on the camera. Overcast, with few to no birds on the lake, but finding two Snowy egrets fishing in close to the shore and so a couple of pictures. Similarly with the half dozen Capoeira dancers practicing, the pictures sharp. Nothing to win contests, but happy enough with the new camera results.
And that's been it. A walk later in the mid-afternoon to the 7-11 look-alike for a pint of strawberry ice cream. I'd been thinking what to eat, went by the Coffee With A Beat café for a tuna fish sandwich, but found the proprietor missing, probably in the bathroom as there were a number of patrons present, but this seems to have been enough to send me back to the look-alike for the ice cream. Took it home and shoveled it right down without a thought or a blink.
Evening. Feeling a bit funky and blaming it on the earlier ice cream, the symptoms reminiscent of similarly experienced after effects, but remembered there was a last season episode of Elementary starting at six and watched it with that ice cream fogging my attention. I'd managed to forget the episode that ran yesterday, remembering it was running just as it ended. Such is the nature of my weekends.
No, more just noticing. No upsets, more just cruising. No complaints about cruising. We'll watch the last episode of the current Elementary season that starts later tonight at ten tomorrow morning on the tablet and fret not for a second about putting it off tonight. There was a time I would have fretted. Cruising. Go with the flow.
And maybe now best to put a cork in it.
Otherwise spent the evening turning the television dial, ended watching the first three minutes of the first episode of a new Wallander season, the series starring Kenneth Branagh, an actor I do very much like, but a series, no matter who's playing the Wallander character, that gives me the creeps. I'll let a psychiatrist tell me what that says about me, but this evening it meant getting to bed early and pulling up the sheets.