If It Does
Tuesday. To bed relatively late feeling speedy as mentioned last night, no ability to get to sleep until it was well after ten, yet up a good fifteen minutes before the alarm to head out to breakfast clear headed with lots of energy. Go figure. I can't.
Anyway, the laundry into the washers first thing when I got home, an odd thought to clear out the old condiments and such from the kitchen cabinets this morning, get them in the trash for the pickup tomorrow. When's the last time I've actually thought, let alone done, anything like that? But then why not? The urge is still there. I have time. I might.
They're saying a hot spell toward the end of the week. A hot spell. What's it been doing these last months sitting needing to sleep in front of a fan? In the eighties to low nineties here by the bay, they say. We'll see. October tomorrow. Fall. Often (as they said) hot in the fall around here this time of year which is true if memory serves.
Which it doesn't.
Well, less and less maybe, but we fill in the cracks with babble.
Later. For staying up late last night this has been a pretty good day. So far. Not uncomfortably speedy. At two in the afternoon.
A walk over to the construction site to take photographs, lots of activity at the entrance across from my street, similarly up on top where they're filling in and tamping down the earth between the new building wall and the existing apartment house behind. Nice day, nice sun, walking on to go by the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar and then a bus at the stop across the street to the ATM on Broadway.
The free bus along Broadway to the City Center at 20th (I'll take advantage of it if it pulls in at a stop just as I'm passing by) to arrive during the noon hour, but still found an empty table out in front of the bagel shop where I had a pastry and small coffee. Felt good, the temperature just right.
Thought about cutting it short and catching the bus back home, but dawdled for a while before walking to Broadway and then catching another one of the green free buses to Grand, a walk then along Grand to the construction site (more pictures) and home. Sunny, but not too warm. Nice. Which I believe I may have mentioned.
Anyway, the laundry was easily folded and hung in the late morning when it was done, I did get rid of a number of old condiments hidden at the back of the cupboards. It's been way too long, they were used during a different era, a different life. I would have replaced them should I have ever needed them again.
You really don't cook anymore, do you?
Unless you call boiling water for pasta and heating its sauce cooking.
Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed and the tablet starting another foreign detective series to run out the evening. Oh, and to start Naomi Klein's new book This Changes Everything. Let's see if it does.