Saturday. To bed at what I seem to recall was a decent hour last night, awakening at just before six thinking this is too early, but we're awake, might as well get up and drive to breakfast rather than walk as we have enough time to eat and read the papers without having to feed the meter. But just barely.
And so out the door to drive, having scrambled eggs and Country potatoes instead of a waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries for breakfast. Ended up not eating all the toast or the potatoes, the half order of potatoes, so the appetite remains, um, on its own unknown path, the scale saying just under one fifty-five this morning.
These are the earth shaking things you think about in the mornings?
Well, there's not much going on otherwise, you may have noticed. I think about what I'm reading in the papers, but, you know, that stuff doesn't have a right in front of your nose, better make an immediate adjustment to your schedule effect unless it's about the weather.
Or war with Russia.
Well, yes. But that still doesn't change your plans for the afternoon and, besides, when in this life haven't we had trouble with Russia?
Nothing on the schedule today. The Fruitvale Dia de los Muertos festival tomorrow, but now they're saying it may rain. It will take quite a bit of rain, I'd think, to keep me from going.
Later. Tired. Or some form of tired. Not the kind of tired that allows you to go to sleep tired, we tried that on more than one occasion, but a lie on the bed, listen to the radio kind of tired that seems to have lasted now through the entire afternoon.
Well, a break to take a brief walk over to the lake to sit for a while by the pergola, taking but one picture, some thought as to lunch, but not hungry, and so back to the apartment to while away the afternoon in the middle of this tired thing. Feeling somewhat more conscious as it approaches five, but still, the day pretty much shot and nothing I've eaten to blame it on. The scrambled eggs, maybe, but that would be a stretch even for moi.
The weather people have been consistently saying it's going to start raining around midnight, extend through Sunday into Monday and clear up later. Not good for the Fruitvale Dia de los Muertos pictures. Tired or not, I'm still looking forward to going.
Evening. And so the day has remained a slow day. Nothing I wanted to watch on television, some things I made progress with on the tablet, to bed early and, I'm guessing, to sleep early. This tired, can't sleep during the day, is going to change into lights out, followed by my lights out, much sooner than later.