Friday. I did turn the lights out early last night to awaken then at six-fifteen. Another at least long, if not good, night's rest. Still feel pretty good now that it's into the later morning, but these things seem to have a schedule of their own and it tells me how it's going to go, I don't tell it. Doesn't pay attention to any exhortations of mine to straighten this tired thing out and fly right.
Out the door on a cool without being too cold morning, the walk to breakfast under a relatively clear sky, the walk home with a low lying clouds having arrived blocking the sun. Had the avocado, light on the cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, saying the hell with worrying about what might come later. I don't think I have any idea what causes the late morning ocular incidents and we'll just fly by the seat of our pants for the while.
Again, a light fog walking home, a picture of the Christmas tree lot opened last week under Highway 580 because why not? The parking lot at the foot of my hill devoid of parked cars today and so a picture of what I'm assuming are barrels filled with the earth they excavated in their last dig. And again, why not?
Later. Clear headed, but tired. This tired thing doesn't seem to go away. All the way away, anyway. But then, after a certain age, this is what I've observed/heard happens. Tired a lot of the time. So maybe stuff any mention of it. Tomorrow.
Good luck with that.
Watched pieces of at least half a dozen things I've got going on the tablet. Some are decent, some are less decent and all of them are able to drive me up the wall after I've been watching them for a while. Some of it's me in the equation, but not all of it. Reminds me of how little television I watched in my early decades, probably because I was less tired and clearer headed (and mostly didn't own a television set).
I did walk briefly over to the lake and then turned right around without taking (or seeing) a single picture. Thought of going to the burger drive-in for their grilled chicken sandwich, but couldn't convince the stomach to go along. Realized, when I'd gotten home, I could eat cottage cheese if I'd gone to the 7-11 look-alike and picked some up so decided to pick some up, perhaps tomorrow, at the supermarket. The body telling me what it needs and telling me to avoid in no uncertain terms everything it doesn't need or want? Cottage cheese, for Christ's sake?
Evening. Listened to Democracy Now!, checked out two or three Law & Order episodes, all of which I've seen before. Skipped the ads. Skipped Black Friday altogether except for ordering jockey shorts on the Internet. Fifty percent off. Couldn't pass that up. Need the shorts.
A good evening, as evenings often are. Took a half dose of the pain meds in the late afternoon, but have no idea if that's what helped. Hell, even if it doesn't, if the sinuses are acting up, you give it a shot. Still, a good evening, not particularly tired, be nice if it were noon right now feeling like this to see if I would have made other decisions without the head in a cloud.