Wednesday. A decent night's sleep, if I'm remembering it correctly. Awakened at ten to six to get myself together and walk to breakfast, last night's cloud cover still hiding the sun, but looking as if it would burn off well before noon. All three papers in tow, setting out at six-thirty to have the Eggs Benedict and the rest for breakfast, document with a picture the eight cent rise in the price of regular gas and then walk back home. Nice start to what looks to be the start of a nice day after we take care of the haircut later at eleven.
Hurried to finish, edit and post yesterday's entry before catching the bus to the Broadway ATM and then walking on to the City Center, arriving twenty minutes early, but lucking out as she was able to take me right on in. A trim, this time. Go with more hair this summer.
A walk back to the apartment, stopping at the 7-11 look-alike to pick up a can of bean dip and Doritos chips. Bean dip? And all this bean soup I've been having lately? Am I trying to tell myself something?
That you don't want to run out of gas?
Later still. Television news, one or two episodes of Law & Order, but episodes I've seen before, and so often as not, back again to the news. And that's been the afternoon: cops and robbers television, news and, well, sinuses. Another dose of the pain meds to see if they'd help, but so far no good. Nothing new there.
Evening. The public television stations are raising money again, have been now for a while, running oldies concerts featuring singers and groups who look to be my age and older. I bought and listened to their records back when, but don't seem to be able to listen to them today. Worse yet, some of these oldies concerts consist of acts that came well after my salad days, making my history, well, history.
To bed and the tablet. Nothing on the schedule until Sunday and the Carnaval Parade.