Tomorrow?
Tuesday. So the blood pressure seems to be behaving itself, the sun is shining (big time), breakfast has gone well arriving, as I did, an hour later than has been my habit. No complaints, it meant an extra hour's sleep.
Your attitude seems better.
It does, doesn't it? We'll see if it leads to action, progression out of my ongoing funk. My comfortable ongoing funk. Let's underline my attitude here: I get gas for swimming in place, hell, floating in place, but all the while an ongoing voice is whispering: “pass the sake, please, what's new with Korean television on channel 26?”.
No one wants to hear about Korean television.
Later. So the day has gone without effort on my part, a second coat applied to the stucco outside, futz with the computer for the balance of the morning after breakfast (my daily routine) which includes reading more than enough news to last a sane person for an entire week; watch the News Hour on public television at three (do I really need to watch these people day in and day out?); back now having consumed a sandwich for dinner bought across the street, the sun setting in the distance, the temperature just right. What have I done again? Today? Yesterday? Tomorrow?
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