Wednesday. A good straight through from ten to six-thirty night's sleep, the sake evidently aiding the effort. Eight hours. Good. Can't say we're having trouble with the sleep, it can be uneven, but basically we're evidently getting what we need or else I'd be ranting here instead of mentioning it here. More than I have.
Like every morning.
It's something we pay attention to, particularly if we start taking too many naps. Not that you can have too many naps.
A walk to breakfast on another cool, but not as cold as it's been, morning. Scrambled eggs, country potatoes, the morning fruit cup, toast and coffee for breakfast, finishing photographing the pandorea vine just as a bus pulled up. No way I was going to waste a bus that just pulled up.
Back now on another sunny day, we'll see if we can manage that task on the four item ‘to do’ list I mentioned yesterday and then maybe take a couple of photographs over at the apartment house construction site. I wasn't happy with one or two I'd taken yesterday, otherwise I'd put off Latham and the apartments until tomorrow.
Later. The sake and the other stuff I consumed yesterday often puts in an appearance the day after and so the late morning, early afternoon, has been a period of dry mouth and scrambled head, passing on by about two. No gain without pain (thinking of the sake last night).
A walk in the middle of all that over to the apartment house construction site to take those pictures I missed yesterday, the workers in the middle of finishing up the sidewalk along Bellevue. Looks good. A pastry and a small coffee at the corner coffee shop.
Back to work on another section or two for the web. He said. Starting right now with a clear head. (Hup!) He said again.
Later still. Two more sections of apartment house photographs, closing in now on November, less than a month behind in the posting. An easy start, middle and finish to the task, going along as it has in the past, no bitching, no flagging.
No action yet with any of the entries on my task list, but we're getting closer. Tomorrow. We'll get even closer tomorrow. I can feel it.
Evening. And so, lying on the bed watching a couple of episodes of a TV series on the tablet, I drifted off into a minor league ocular incident, the mouth feeling like crap before finally realized what was happening. The day after having a couple of drinks are fairly consistent in seeing these appear, but I guess I need to re-experience them now and again to underline the fact.
Or, in fact, it has nothing to do with your diet and you're grasping at straws.
Real straws. Either way, I'd been thinking it had been a while since I'd had one, been a while since I'd been to the supermarket and picked up the usual suspects (all of which were consumed within about twenty-four to forty-eight hours) and now it will be a while before I pull this stunt again.