Wednesday. To bed last night early enough, to sleep early enough. No records set, but to sleep around ten, which is (I guess) the target. Get to sleep by ten and then a nap later the next morning if required. Seems to work. It's only taken me six years to figure it out.
Six or sixty?
There's still some controversy about that.
Up with the alarm and off to breakfast and back under a light intermittent rain, home now to prepare to go to the local documents shop to fill out a living will and trust I've been putting off completing now for years. A sign the one or two (or three) commitments I've been avoiding might be coming together? I wouldn't bet on it. I like the thought, but we're more likely just going through a brief realistic phase, it won't last given the precedents.
Later. Light to no rain when I set out on the ten minute walk to the document preparers shop; raining cats, dogs, chickens and rats when I returned. No umbrella. Soaked by the time I'd walked a block, but most of the work is done, just a matter of filling in a couple of blanks and dropping them off again on Friday. Which I will do. Really.
Otherwise, I've turned the heat on (for the first time since winter), the wet clothes have been replaced and we're ready to vegetate for the rest of the morning and afternoon. Playing one of the new CD's would be a start, I watched the Crossroads Blu-Ray disks last night.
Did any of it manage to get through to your brain?
Some of it, maybe. We'd like to think. Be nice to believe I'll put them on and listen to them again.
Later still. Let's see, the last time I'd that pork chop breakfast I felt pretty funky later that morning and into the afternoon. And after the pork chop I had for breakfast this morning the same thing seems to have transpired. So to bed after getting home, a nap that never quite got started, up then to do the Protime home blood test and key it in over the phone (the result good) and now feeling the world coming back together in the mid-afternoon.
Some sun now between banks of grey clouds, listening to the PBS News Hour at three, no thought of going outside, although I'd have liked to have had lunch at the usual place. But not in the rain.
Evening. It gets dark out there quite quickly anymore, it seems to have just crept up on me (daylight savings aside), but winter has definitely arrived. I wonder if I could get away with a drink. A hot toddy (if I could but remember what goes into making one, not having any alcohol in the place for starters).
Guitar: good. Nothing on television: I may have to do something about that, but tomorrow, Friday, not tonight.