Friday. Lights out after listening to the last two innings of the Cubs/Nationals game on the radio, this well before ten, to awaken then at six o'clock on the dot. So good. I guess. Seems to have been a decent night's sleep. Up to then walk to breakfast, all three papers having arrived. Some smell of wood smoke in the air, but a comfortable walk, no complaints.
Had the avocado and cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. One forty-nine on the scale, so no thought but to order whatever came to mind. I don't usually feel all that hungry in the mornings and it's more a matter of thinking of something I can get down. Still odd, even after all this time it's been true.
I'd passed by this fellow walking to breakfast and found him still sleeping there when I walked home. I can't really imagine what he and the rest of the homeless people in the area must go through, particularly at night when they're more vulnerable than I can imagine, this guy sleeping under the 580 overpass. And yes, took the usual pictures on the way as well, still unable to find a way to correct the color of the flower cluster I've photographed so many times.
You could, you know, just work on it until you'd figured it out.
I seem to have those thoughts over breakfast, perhaps because that's the time in the day the head is clearer. Home to work on yesterday's entry before posting, introducing me to crappy little errors I don't find or perhaps properly look for when I'm writing or managing the HTML files in the first place. Crappy little things that wouldn't have happened even a few years ago. So maybe we'll try something with some effort involved and not post it or talk about it until it's done. Maybe. If I'm not just babbling along completely the idiot here.
Later. Definitely smoke out there, more a whiff of smoke than a smell, but they say it still contains the small particulate you much want to avoid, yet I decided to catch a bus to the Broadway ATM to pay for breakfast tomorrow. Why not pay with a card? Habit, I'd say.
Anyway, got to the ATM and, in checking the NextBus app while on the bus, decided I had enough time to check the apartment house fire site, see if there was a photograph waiting. There wasn't, checked the watch, fine, no problem getting to the stop in time. This as I looked up and watched the bus itself roll by from the opposite side of Grand.
So a walk home. At least took a couple of pictures of the construction at Harrison, what little seemed to be going on, and then another set of pictures at Children's Fairyland, these a little more interesting for having people included. More interesting to me, at least.
Now home. No more to roam.
Evening. The tablet isn't able to download Amazon or Netflix films/series episodes without timing out and so no watching this or that on the tablet. The computer is zipping right along and so something new must be going on, but we'll look at that tomorrow.
And, of course, nothing on television. Watched the first half Charlie Rose Ta-Nehisi Coates interview with interest. Interesting man, interesting writer. Makes me think or, at least, listen with interest. Thinking is getting a little slower anymore.
Took a bath, watched Mr. Coats, headed for bed. We'll get some sleep and start this same routine of ours again tomorrow.