And so?

I'm not sure it was the greatest night's sleep, zoning in and out as I did, up a couple of times to hit the john, but awake just before the alarm was due to sound to head off to breakfast feeling good, remarking to myself upon it as I was leaving the restaurant: “my, my, you are indeed feeling pretty good on this brisk overcast morning” after screwing off so badly over the weekend.

Back to reality now at the apartment, the day indeed overcast, checking the weather report (partly cloudy, high of seventy), so we'll see what we can put together on a day that starts so well.

Later. OK, I talked myself into a walk over to Lakeshore, thinking maybe some ice cream, only to find the ice cream shop wasn't open and so on to the ATM earlier than any real need required. A walk then around to have a cup of coffee at the usual place, back home along the lake to the apartment. Felt reasonably human. Good.

They were working moving earth and finishing the wood plank retaining wall when I set out and so a picture as I was descending the hill, another through the open fence on Grand. On to the lake to find Hank, the lake pelican, who's been nursed and supported by the bird sanctuary people since he arrived from Klamath Falls, Oregon.

Another photograph of the construction site when I returned. It's now noon and I'm thinking it would be a good time to start with the guitar.

Later still. A walk over to the 7-11 look-alike for chipotle peanuts and an ice cream cone for both lunch and dinner. More photographs of the construction site as I was passing, not sure what's on the truck but an excuse to trip the shutter. A newly bloomed flower along Grand and so another picture. Similarly with the construction site as I was returning. Looks like they've finished setting in place all the steel I beams.

Back to listen to the news and watch more House. I've now started the second season. I have no idea why House elicits so much interest, but I suspect I'm going to go through the entire set of eight seasons. Or at least until I realize I've reached the point at which I found them on television. I've seen quite a few of the later ones on television.

Oh, and the day has gone well, the head has been clear, even a little buzzy (as opposed to fuzzy), so we drank the two 150ml bottles of sake as we were wading through House. A bit of a buzz to ease us into the evening. And yes, I've asked myself why I seem to favor alcohol when I'm up, clear headed and cooking. To bring me down? To blunt the sharp edges? Could be. It works. As long as I stop with the two. Or three, if it's a little crazy out there and done over a number of hours.

Evening. A decent amount of time so far on the guitar, which is good. I should start this early every day, wouldn't be difficult to pull off. Of course I also watched a wretched episode of a wretched Korean soap that proves my mind is gone, but still, a good day, I'd say, the sake done, nothing bothering us other than the usual aching (but reasonably docile) palate. To bed, I'd say. Soon.