Thursday. To bed, lights out and then to sleep not long after ten, awakening at six-twenty, after what I'm assuming is a good night's sleep. I say ‘assuming’ as I'm never quite sure about much of anything anymore in these last later years. There was a time you had to pay good money to put your head in a similar place.
Anyway, another bright, clear, sunny morning. A walk to breakfast, the usual pandorea flower picture, a walk back feeling just fine. The day has started and I have a long list of promises I've been breaking that I will undoubtedly be breaking again today unless I can take care of an item or two on that ‘to do’ list.
Later. Other than the usual background irritation provided by the sinus-upper palate, the morning and now the afternoon have gone quite well. Here in Dingle Dell.
After thoroughly rehashing through my usual set of arguments against heading out the door, I did finally set out for the ATM over on Lakeshore, going by the apartment house construction site briefly to see what they were up to with the side facing Grand and on the sidewalk along Bellevue. Once out the door the energy came right back (as it usually does) and all the foot dragging disappeared.
And so the walk now done to and from the ATM, the day warm (I could have comfortably done it in a t-shirt), the afternoon ahead. And no, I haven't started on any of the entries on the ‘to do’ list.
Later still. A nice clear headed day doing this and that before finally sitting down and starting on another two sections of apartment house construction site photographs, getting them into the first week of November. There's now light at the end of that tunnel.
Evening. Nothing on television I haven't seen before or have seen and don't want to see again, another new Elementary episode at ten, which, if I'm still awake, I'll watch on the tablet in bed.