Thursday. May the 4th (be with you). OK, got that out of my system. Lights out by ten to awaken at five-thirty. Earlier than I'd like and so took my time getting up and getting out the door in a long sleeved shirt and light jacket. Cooler, but the air quite nice, the walk an easy one without the eyes tearing up (as much).
The plain waffle with sliced fruit, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Bright sun on the walk home, taking but two or three pictures, thinking I'd head out with a long lens on the camera to the lake again later, making sure this time that the shutter speed was fast enough to nail the nest building line of cormorants.
Later. Still no walk to the lake, but a trip out the door to catch a bus to the Broadway ATM and then luck out in catching a return bus when I was finished right back home. Thought about getting off to get something to eat, but nothing came to mind. Same old mind, same old routine. A younger me might have opted for pizza.
An hour's nap before I'd set out for the ATM, a nap in the sense I zoned out in the clouds for an hour while listening to the radio to hear the Republicans vote to gut the Affordable Care Act. I can still remember the debate that surrounded the creation of Medicare and Medicaid in the mid-sixties, the exact same arguments, the same two parties clashing, my uncle running for Congress in Seattle then, he a Medicare supporter running against a Republican adversary in a Republican district, one of the few Republicans that year to win in the 1964 Democratic landslide, Medicare passing the year after.
Still time to set out over to the lake to take those pictures, if I can get my head around it. Or get my head out of wherever it is at the moment. It's twenty degrees cooler right now than it was yesterday. You'd think that would do it.
Later still. Still doing my litany I'd like to get out and over to the lake and take those pictures, the cormorants, but these litanies don't seem to lead to action. Nice temperatures, as noted, bright sun, the camera ready to go: once, twice, thrice? No avail. Maybe tomorrow.
Evening. We seem to have maintained a head clear enough to babble on here after dinner, something I haven't been able to do these last few days, writing what appears here in this evening space with whatever I come up with the next morning.
Watched a movie on the tablet and checked out Charlie Rose and an Inspector Lynley Mysteries episode, neither of which turned out to be of interest. Let's hope what I seem to be calling after dinner coherence continues with the cooler weather.