Saturday. Another zonking out early last evening, to awaken then a couple of very short times during the night. Eyes wide open finally at six-fifteen on a clear morning. Which seemed just about right.
The walk to breakfast under clear skies and light clouds turned a rising sun pink. Had the hamburger patty, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast over the papers. Home taking the usual set of pictures save one.
Later. Clear headed, but again, as yesterday, tired. Still got it together to walk over to the lake to find the Capoeira group practicing at the white column pergola and so made it a point to take pictures, looking for interesting expressions. Didn't stay long, didn't take all that many pictures before heading back to the apartment. Knew at the time I should have stayed longer and taken more.
The temperature was up to seventy by two in the afternoon and I found myself sitting watching television in front of the fan. In November. Late November.
And that's unusual?
I have no idea. I could look back to see what I've written about temperature in my earlier posts, but I suspect I wasn't babbling on bout temperatures back when. Then. Babbling yes, but less like an idiot.
Just keep telling yourself that.
Evening. Watched the first half of the Washington-Washington State game, looking like Washington has it locked. Something called the Apple Cup. For a Washington alumnus I'm clueless about the current season, not to mention all the other seasons since graduation. Nice to see them win. Otherwise tired and so to bed. As I did yesterday: tired and so to bed. A habit there doesn't seem to be a way to break.