Day Is Done
Monday. To bed early to turn off the lights and take my time (I think I remember this correctly) in getting to sleep, seeming to wake up to glance at the bedside clock more than once or twice. Up a good half hour after the alarm to head off to breakfast and back on another (they're saying it will last through the week) sunny and clear morning. A haircut appointment later and the day's tasks are done but for one.
Later. A long morning extending into the early afternoon. A bus to the Broadway ATM, a walk to the City Center and the haircut, a walk then most of the way back to finally catch a bus and staying until it reached the morning restaurant where I had a hamburger (with tomatoes and lettuce), ice cream and coffee. Phew! Maybe it was the walk, maybe it was the hamburger, but these two simple tasks seem to have taken their toll.
Either that or the hamburger will be visiting you sometime soon in the late afternoon.
Another one of these let's do it, damned the torpedoes things I'm so fond of. I may eventually learn, but (given my history) it will take years and years. Still, home now, the day's tasks accomplished. Nothing now we can't overcome.
You do seem out of gas.
I am.
Evening. The res of the day and evening spent watching whatever on Netflix, some time but not enough time on the guitar and then getting to bed early to read the first chapter of a photography book (bought on a photography blog recommendation: dangerous to buy on a recommendation) before getting to sleep. (And this day is done.)
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