Thursday. Lights out early enough to conk out to get a pretty good night's sleep, I'd say, awakening at five or so minutes after six on a rainy morning, just as the weather people predicted. A steady rain with hard showers now and again, so we of course drove to breakfast.
The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee. One forty-eight on the scale, this morning, but we're staying with the no fried anything breakfast. For now. No need to tempt another ocular event.
The gas prices had gone back to three-nineteen for regular after yesterday's one day three twenty-five blip. Makes you wonder (well, makes me wonder) what's in a decision to do something like that? One day. But it's raining, nothing otherwise going on, maybe that's the reason we end up piddling with questions like it.
Anyway, a drive home taking a single sidewalk picture, no one out there with or without an umbrella. Passing by the parking lot at the base of my hill they were preparing to unload another backhoe excavator on Grand, a different smaller section of the lot blocked off with plastic tape to (I'm assuming) receive it. Raining or not I'll get a picture later.
Later. Didn't look as if it was raining all that hard and so a quick walk to the observation point above the parking lot to take that picture. Looks like they're preparing to extend the trench they dug along the sidewalk and then filled with cement. Anyway, a snapshot and back to the apartment, happening to glance out the balcony door window to see it was now pouring rain. Missed it by a minute.
Later still. They were saying we'd had close to three inches of rain in this storm by this early afternoon, the Weather Underground people saying it was due to stop by three-thirty, another twenty minutes as I write. Be nice. They're projecting sun then through Sunday evening.
None of yesterday's antsy feelings at least, maybe because I got interested in a Korean series that grabbed my interest. We'll see. They do come along now and again, but most of them are crap.
I'm the one who decides.
Evening. The rain seems to have stopped. Watched a little of this and that on television, but sooner than later crashed to the bedroom and watch two different series on the tablet for something like two hours before I got up again to check out Charlie Rose at eight. Turns out he's hosting the first of a two part series on 60 Minutes which I would conceivably have watched, but was tired and looking for an excuse to bail. What the hell, I bailed.