Take A Nap
Saturday. I got home last night having, as I mentioned, bailed out early on a night celebrating friends leaving the company and therefor I was no more than two sheets to the wind when I entered the apartment thinking this place is a wreck. Yes, I often have this conversation to no effect, but last night for some reason it struck home: “this place is a wreck, time for a change.” This thought was again the first thought I had this morning when I awoke and I said (to no one in particular) well, two in a row, three I'm told will be a charm. I am now back from breakfast and this thought has occurred yet again sitting here at the computer and I think I'll stop right now and start cleaning up.
Later. So naturally, with that much energy this morning, I picked up a camera and headed out the door thinking I'd take a bus downtown and head for San Francisco to shoot some of the crowd gathering at the Embarcadero to watch the Blue Angels and the ships parading by for Fleet Week. So I got on the bus but ran into an Oakland Black Cowboy Association Parade that was tying up traffic in front of Oakland City Hall and I figured that this was a sign from god and it was best to sit out in front of Peet's with an iced café latte to consider the situation and observe the goings on.
Now I'm back at the apartment listening to Polly's Jukebox Disc, looking at a couple of spots where Ms. Emmy threw her cookies this morning and thinking: well, I wonder if I could just run the vacuum cleaner over them rather than getting paper towels and scrubbing them clean? How about I block that area of my vision by taping a cardboard square over my left eye: out of sight, out of mind?
Out of mind.
Exactly. I think I'll pop some pills and take a nap.