How It Looks
Wednesday. To bed and to sleep early to awaken before six and then listen to the Democracy Now pundits talk about last night's Republican debate as I prepared to walk to breakfast. Best to listen to the debates themselves rather than learn filtered through pundits, not that I particularly disagree with this morning's filtration, it's just better to get it straight with all their hems, haws and flaws.
Another bright, sunny, cool morning. A walk both to and from breakfast feeling reasonably human, going through the usual morning routine, finishing off yesterday's entry, posting it to the web and then starting today's opus, another fabulous compendium of the day's events. And why would anyone in their right mind spend their time doing this? Hmm? Curious minds want to know. Self?
Later. A bus downtown to the pharmacy to order a prescription refill. I'd called a couple of times yesterday and today, but their automated phone ordering system is down and the real person who'd answered put me on hold. Don't need the refill for another week, but useful as an excuse to get me out the door and so, the prescription reordered without waiting for it opting for the bus home. Thought of taking pictures, but I'd taken the Latham Square pictures yesterday and I wasn't hungry enough to stay to have lunch.
Otherwise, clear headed, good energy and so on to my usual web pursuits before lying down to watch this and that on the tablet. No thought to do more. Not hungry and nowhere I wanted to go.
You do have those web sections that need doing.
Evening. That went fast. More time on the tablet, more time listening to the news, no time whatsoever on the guitar and some time starting a 100 Favorite Songs list. I have the web site, might as well put together the 100 songs and see how it looks.
And why would you want to do that again?
To put it together and see how it looks.