Wednesday. Up just after seven not setting the alarm. I had a little conversation with myself last night ending with I'm retired, I'm tired, why set the alarm for six when I might want to sleep til eight? Do you remember the last time you set the alarm? Getting up to turn it off like some lurching drunk only to get back in bed and pull the covers up? Why not just delete that one unpleasant step? Alarm indeed.
So, with that, back from breakfast at the usual place, the Wednesday morning business breakfast group in attendance, but enough of them so their individual conversations blended together in a white noise cacophony (you can concentrate on your reading in a cacophony, even if spelling it is less than certain), back now to sort out the day. What to do, what to do, other than make a cat food run later lest Ms. Emmy feel the need to remind me?
Later. An even more difficult time convincing myself to get out the door this afternoon than I had yesterday, finally heading downtown to hit an ATM and then immediately taking a bus back all the way to my morning restaurant for a lunch/dinner at a table on their patio in the shade. Just a touch too cool in the shade, maybe, but a decent lunch and walk back for all that. I'll write it off to a funky day, the upper gums and teeth acting up, taking a strong lead in their seesaw race with the sinuses. They vary, they do, these aching gums. Naps help. Sleep helps a lot as they don't seem to kick back in for an hour or so after I wake up. This might mean something to someone clever, but it means little or nothing to me (or my various physicians). Such is life. Knock on wood: it could easily be worse.
OK, I'm done. After returning from lunch and writing the above I took what I realized was a much needed nap. Maybe I'm getting less sleep than I think, alarm or not. Should I be alarmed or not? No. Better to work on “well rested”.