No More Tubes
Friday. Yes I watched Elementary last night and yes I got to bed after eleven and yes I got up a good hour and a half after the alarm to walk to breakfast and back, the day still not having quite come into shape. A crick in the neck and a little tired. Which we'll solve with a nap on this quite sunny morning after Halloween, this first day of November.
Later. Who knows? Up an hour late last night and the next morning is shot? If not shot, then quite tired? That's the way the morning has gone, although I managed to get it together and walk over to the bagel shop on Lakeshore after one to have a yogurt with fruit and some granola looking stuff together with a diet Coke for lunch. No ice cream, at least, although I'm not sure how far off yogurt is from ice cream. It was good. No complaints.
A walk back to the apartment, having gotten in my two mile walk for the day, the sinuses and head doing most of the damage in the early afternoon. Better now, we seem to be stitching it together, ready for the evening, some guitar (quite a bit of guitar yesterday, we're doing well) and then a good night's sleep to prepare for the Fruitvale Dia de los Muertos street festival tomorrow.
It's Friday, time to do the weekly blood test with the kit and call it in, the number coming out a little higher than it's been in the past. There will probably be an adjustment over the phone later this afternoon. Half a pill more tomorrow? Half a pill less? Life goes on. The sky is clear. The sun is out and it's close to eighty degree t-shirt weather. You'd think I might have taken more than just one picture.
Later still. OK, a phone call maybe thirty minutes after having punched the blood thinner number into the phone to say I needed to skip the med tomorrow and all will be well. A bit too thin, the blood. Today's excitement.
Evening. The various German/Swedish/French/etc. detective/mystery series I've been watching/grousing about on the MHz network that start at six are evidently indeed history and the station is now running France 24 News twenty-four hours a day, so we'll not find out what happened in the second half of the program that started last week. Their online schedule lists last week's program, part one as opposed to part two, as playing at six (no mention of France 24, so that seems to be about it). Money again, I suspect.
Watching a Netflix movie/pilot for a TV series at the moment. Hard to practice in front of the computer screen, but I have every confidence something will appear later on the tube to suck me in. On the flat screen. No more tubes.